Chapter 10, Military Intelligence, The Raincoat Man (3)

In fact, if he were to pay a little more attention, he would realize that the sound does not originate from the wind, but rather from the plain and unremarkable wall ahead

Oh, I see, no wonder they didn't want to leave before!

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Thus, he decided to close his eyes once more, recalling the screams and moans that extended beneath him in that classroom. Along with the unique and wonderful essence of Chinese women

Casting a glance at the hindering individual, Yang Kai said淡淡的说道: "Listen, I can release you, but you must ensure that you do not make any sound during the upcoming period. Can you manage that?"

"Sound?" Yagyu blinked in confusion, and just at that moment, a strong wind swept through the hollow of the dilapidated house, lifting a few pieces of broken tiles. He was slightly taken aback, but then he burst into hearty laughter

The continuous landing battles have caused Hangan's heart to feel as if it is submerged in a vast ocean, swaying uncertainly with the rising and falling waves

They have already lost their fighting capability, so why do they still resist? Removing his gloves, Henge looked curiously at the battlefield that had finally changed hands after intense contention, questioning himself.

All around, the soldiers displayed faint smirks of mockery, which caused a swell of dissatisfaction within Hongo. He looked at them with disdain and suddenly drew his pistol, aiming it at the forehead of one of them and pulling the trigger

Certainly, he will never know the answer to the question, just as he and the rising empire behind him will exhaust their entire lives' efforts without being able to conquer this nation that reveres the dragon as its totem

Yagyu-kun. Wait! What kind of sound is that? After walking a few steps, a Japanese soldier with keen ears tilted his head in alertness and tapped the back of the person next to him

Oh, Chinese soldiers? Yokogawa raised an eyebrow: How many?

Um...

Initially, as an admirer of Eastern culture, Yokogawa held a considerable respect for this cultured individual; however, the latter, lacking awareness of the situation, had his arm severed yet still tightly shielded those beautiful female students behind him

Um...

"Let me go!" the one-eyed dragon frowned.

Alright, I understand, drive them away. Hegao was impatient with a group of such unremarkable individuals expressing something to him in a bothersome language he could not comprehend, and he was even more impatient to understand their content

This book is a trophy he seized in Harbin, the original owner being a frail middle-aged teacher. He severed the opponent's head, along with a classroom full of students, and the only thing left is this copy of the "Book of Songs"

"Nine tubes!" Yang Kai gestured to Nine Tubes, instructing him to remove the cloth from Zhao Yongde's mouth

"Baka, baka!" Not far away, a cacophony of rustling sounds came with the wind, breaking his prolonged reverie. Hongo furrowed his brow and looked up, discovering a group of soldiers gathered around several civilians dressed as Chinese, engaged in a heated argument. After staring for a long time, driven by curiosity, he ultimately decided to walk over and take a look

"If you give me a papaya, I will repay you with a beautiful jade. It is not a repayment, but a lasting friendship." Hegao turned to the first page

Once he regained his breath, Zhao Yongde immediately gasped greedily for air. Just as he was about to curse, he was fiercely glared at by Yang Kai, prompting him to hurriedly swallow back the words that had risen to his lips

Upon thinking of this, Yokogawa's lips curled into a wicked smile

A dull explosion echoed, and the entrance to the cellar slowly collapsed, leaving only the billowing black smoke, while the rest of the area became as flat as the surroundings

"Silence is truly a rare enjoyment." Returning to his place, Hongo thought to himself as he opened a bound collection of poetry.

Perhaps he was truly startled, as Zhao Yongde hurriedly blinked his eyes

To speak frankly, Tsunemori seemed to understand a bit of the other person's intention. If it had been a beautifully dressed and fashionable woman holding onto his leg, Tsunemori might have had a change of heart. However, the ugly appearance and coarse voice of the woman before him clearly shattered the beautiful image he had in his mind. Thinking of this, Tsunemori pushed the woman away in disgust, but she only clung on tighter.

Upon witnessing this scene, the surrounding individuals also raised the corners of their mouths, indicating that even the most stubborn troublemaker, when in the hands of these fighters, can be molded into a more manageable form

"No! I am a soldier, and you must listen to me. Even if only one person remains, that will be the hope for the future reconstruction of the training team." Taking a deep breath, Yang Kai quickly tightened his steel helmet: "If my mission fails, you must adapt to the situation. If my mission succeeds, regardless of whether I am alive or dead, do not worry about me, and proceed according to the original plan. Remember this: a small tolerance prevents a great plan from falling into chaos!" If my mission succeeds, regardless of whether I am alive or dead, do not worry about me, and proceed according to the original plan. Remember this: a small tolerance prevents a great plan from falling into chaos!

Upon hearing Henggang's command, everyone quickly brandished their weapons to intimidate the opponent. However, the woman on the opposite side suddenly broke through the encirclement of several people, lunged forward, and clung to Henggang's thigh, pleading desperately.

Of course, this does not mean that Yang Kai is afraid; he simply does not want to act rashly and alert the enemy. He understands that even if everyone were to show themselves at that moment, they would not be able to save a single person, but instead would accompany those deceased into the halls of Yama.

Yang Kai employed the tactical maneuvers of special forces, which left Zhao Yongde, an outsider, utterly perplexed. However, the others were well aware of the implications behind these actions

"Our child is still in the cellar, he is injured and cannot move. Sir, I beg you to show mercy and save him!" A woman, unable to contain her emotions, grasped Henggang's military coat and repeatedly explained, but the language barrier between the two made her words seem like music to a cow.

The appearance of Yang Kai truly startled those Japanese individuals, but by the time they pulled back the gun bolts and prepared to shoot, he had already leaped into an abandoned apartment building.

Watching his troops repairing and clearing the defensive lines left behind by the Chinese army, the anxiety that had been weighing on his mind finally settled down

All around, it was eerily quiet. The only sound was the creaking noise made by the Japanese soldiers as they stepped on the rubble.

"What happened?" Heng Gang asked curiously, looking at the soldiers blocking the civilians with guns. Wasn't the intelligence report stating that all the Chinese in Shanghai had retreated with the army? How could there still be survivors? This was quite puzzling.

Hello! The Japanese soldiers who received the command, as if invigorated, swiftly fixed their bayonets and then formed a semicircle, slowly advancing towards the unit building

"Facing us directly," the Cyclops paused and added, "It seems to be a search team separated from the main force. The several wounded soldiers and civilians by the roadside have already been... eliminated"

"How about this? Family reunions are a good thing, and they are also a traditional virtue of the Chinese, aren't they?" He glanced at his lovely subordinate in front of him, smiled, and casually unfastened the tactical grenade from his waist, handing it over without a change in expression. The latter, upon seeing the grenade, immediately understood, laughed heartily, and threw it into the cellar. The Japanese onlookers nearby seemed to witness a circus performance, gesticulating excitedly, even squeezing out tears of joy.

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"Alright, that's enough." Yang Kai chuckled in silence

At this point, regardless of whether the crowd agreed or not, he drew the formal rifle and swiftly slipped away from his hiding place like a weasel

However, it seems that a conflict has arisen among them. The man with the large beard on the right, for reasons unknown, was simultaneously restrained by his companions on both sides, with his hands and feet held down and his mouth tightly gagged. The series of sounds that had been heard earlier came from him. Meanwhile, the two individuals on the outermost edge occasionally peeked out, glancing a few times before quickly withdrawing, their movements swift and efficient, drawing no attention from the Japanese soldiers.

"Chinese soldiers have been spotted!" Several soldiers who opened fire pointed at that apartment building, explaining in broken Chinese.

The cunning Chinese pig! The mocked Japanese soldier was furious, continuously changing magazines and filling the place where Yang Kai was hiding with bullet holes. Meanwhile, Yokogawa, who was still studying Chinese culture behind, received a belated report.

The reason why Yang Kai had to restrain Zhao Yongde was due to his own unavoidable difficulties. This man is well-known for being reckless and straightforward, almost like a character born of the same mother as Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind from Water Margin. Just a moment ago, witnessing the Japanese shoot civilians, he nearly rushed out with a gun in hand. If it weren't for Yang Kai's keen observation, who knows what kind of chaos would have ensued.

I understand. Yang Kai's expression changed slightly, and then he held his breath, remaining silent.

What are these Chinese people saying? Where is the translation? Heng Gang disdainfully pushed the woman aside, then looked around at the soldiers, all of whom exchanged glances with one another, their faces filled with confusion

I see. " Horioka smiled and nodded, then waved his right hand, which was gloved in white, forward: " Before I finish reciting this Chinese poem, take off his head! "

At this moment, the distance between the Japanese army and the wall is merely a few meters. The people hiding behind the wall are all sweating profusely, both on their palms and backs.

What is the situation? Yang Kai's voice was very low.

Zhao Yongde's mouth was still blocked, but his face had turned red from the strain, with only his two nostrils flaring like an old ox, gasping for breath

As the first surprise force to penetrate Shanghai, at this moment, Lord Hengang stands expressionless on the earthen slope, surveying the entire Hushong battlefield

Baka

"It's all up to you now." Yang Kai silently prayed in his heart, then extended his right hand towards the one-eyed dragon, pointed at the street, then at himself, and finally made a fist, released it, and gestured forward.

The bullet drilled into the opponent's forehead, and then, as if in slow motion, it replayed before everyone's eyes—a shattered skull, a mixture of red and white brain matter, and finally, the body that had loosened and fell helplessly to the ground

The deeply ingrained image of the refined and gentle Chinese people in his mind was completely overturned at this moment, especially when he saw the Chinese wounded continuously pulling the trigger to fend off the attacks despite being under repeated heavy fire, a sense of frustration that he could not express began to grow within Henggang.

Um ... ...

It seemed as if to prove his words, Yagyu pointed to the hole and said, "Look! It's the wind. Haha, Lord Toyotomi is truly a coward, an absolute coward."

"Colonel, these Chinese pigs were found in the cellar. We need to bury the cellar, but they do not agree." The soldier glanced at the rank insignia on Henggang's shoulder, his expression changed immediately, and he quickly put away his fierce demeanor, standing at attention and reporting loudly.

Um ... ...

He intends to use himself as bait to lure the Japanese army into the minefield, and then take advantage of the chaos when the enemy's formation is thrown into disarray

Gazing at his masterpiece, Henggang was intoxicated.

The sound of wailing rose all around, just as Heng Gang looked at the crowd with satisfaction, several other Chinese civilians rushed towards the bodies, and the scene stirred a sense of sorrow in everyone's hearts

"Colonel, we have just discovered a severely injured Chinese child in the cellar, with abdominal injuries and unable to move," a soldier reported to Henggang after a long while.

"I see," said the soldier named Toyotomi, feeling that the explanation made sense. His face flushed, and he decided not to pursue the matter any further

"What are you shooting at?" Putting down the thread-bound book in his hands, Henggang felt a slight irritation; the thing he disliked the most was being interrupted while reading.

"Alright, this is the battlefield. You need to withdraw; your troops have already left this place." Heng Gang glanced at the few Chinese individuals, who appeared quite ordinary, with dark faces and yellow teeth, clearly having hidden in the cellar for a long time. The joy of conquering Shanghai led him to issue a pardon for the first time in his life.

After a while, an older soldier interjected, "The translator was injured in the recent battle and has already been evacuated."

With a slight smile, Heng Gang finally regained the dignity he had lost in front of his subordinates in that moment of enjoyment

The resistance of the Chinese soldiers cannot be described as anything but fierce, and their fighting spirit cannot be deemed anything less than valiant. Although this landing benefited from favorable timing and geography, and was even smoother than anticipated, it still resulted in tremendous losses. Watching the ticking pocket watch, Henggang slowly closed his eyes; indeed, in just three days, at least twenty thousand soldiers had lost their lives

There are approximately two companies of troops, and the leading officer holds a significant rank.

At this moment, behind the wall, five living individuals are pressed tightly against it, each holding a gun, staring wide-eyed, their expressions extremely tense

If possible, just blink your eyes

The outskirts of the Yu family residence, a civilian area

Intermittent humming, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow

"All of you, die!" commanded Henggang loudly. Upon hearing the order, the soldiers hesitated for a moment, seized the civilians, and dragged them to the cellar where they had previously found them. Subsequently, a burst of gunfire erupted, and silence once again enveloped this sorrowful land

After all, here, apart from themselves, the one-eyed dragon, the nine-tube, and the stone, even if we count that Zhao surname's lone commander, there are at most five people. In contrast, not far away, the enemy consists of two full squads, over forty individuals, each armed with a gun and loaded with bullets. With a disparity of eight times, to win, they can only rely on an ambush, a well-executed ambush. Thinking of this, Yang Kai couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, as he had salvaged two landmines from the corpse of a sapper in a previous life. After some modifications, he buried them in the dark soil near the front of the wall and inserted a pigweed as a marker.

Those white and tender bodies are truly beautiful

In the civilian area, amidst the rubble and debris, dozens of Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets are aimlessly searching, with the sun flags hanging from their bayonets, resembling beautiful women in kimonos, dancing gracefully in the north wind