Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 133 The Insidious Trick
The temporary headquarters of the Japanese 500rd Infantry Battalion 3 meters away from the left wing of the warehouse.

Sitting on the ponytail, Wakibajiro closed his eyes slightly in the dim light, as if he was wandering in vain.

Following the sound of hurried footsteps, the Japanese Army Colonel slowly opened his eyes.

"The imperial intelligence personnel in the concession sent a telegram?"

"Hello! Your Excellency, Captain, the "Mount Fuji" who provided top-secret information to our army at night has just called. An infantry company from the 88st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the [-]th Division of the enemy has already crossed the river, and another infantry company is covering part of the heavy equipment. On the way along the river, according to the estimation of its troop strength, there is still an infantry company and most of the machine gun company in the rear." Makino Jun reported in a low voice with the information sent from the concession in his hand.

"These damned Chinese are still so cautious at this time." Resentment flashed in Wakibanjiro's eyes.

Must be resentful!Hate the Chinese army for the damage it inflicted on the 36th Infantry Regiment, and anger was more about being lied to.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a senior imperial spy code-named "Mount Fuji" hidden next to the high-level Western coalition forces in the concession sent a secret message to the headquarters of the Songhu Expeditionary Army. number of people.

There is not a regiment, and there is no "eight hundred" boasted in the Chinese newspapers, but there are only 400 people.

Eight times the strength of the Chinese, to be beaten in such a disastrous way, how embarrassing is this for the 3rd Division?

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

Originally, the Japanese commander, who had already been subdued, did not intend to do anything wrong tonight, but was ready to wait for the Chinese defenders to enter the concession, and then use diplomatic pressure to force the concession to surrender, and directly reap the fruits of victory.

But after being scolded by the head of the division who became angry from embarrassment, Wakibajiro, who knew the real strength of the warehouse defenders, had a new idea.

Put more than half of them in the past, come and attack halfway, and let the Chinese who have already gone to the concession watch their comrades-in-arms in the rear be wiped out. Isn't it an extremely pleasing picture?
It must be pleasing to the eye. Imagining the expressions of Chinese soldiers who have been disarmed by the garrison in the concession watching their comrades being killed one by one, but unable to do anything, the Japanese commander wants to laugh out loud.

Even if the last people shrink back into the warehouse to resist, he is not worried. The 400 people have a strong fortress and enough heavy firepower. The existing 36 people in the alliance can drown them all by spitting on them!

"Major Yin Teng, order your heavy machine gun squadron to enter the position." Wakiban Jiro stood up with a gloomy expression on his face.

"At the same time, all the 3rd Infantry Battalion entered the trenches and pointed their guns at the garrison in the concession. If the other party attacks our side, I authorize you to fight back."

"Hey!" Yin Tengzhong Er bowed his head and obeyed.

Turning his gaze to Jun Makino, he muttered: "Mr. Makino, please send this telegram to the Division Headquarters in 5 minutes, and ask them to forward it to the Concession Garrison Command. The telegram is as follows:

Our army attacked the Chinese on our battlefield. If your army has any objections, please contact the Songhu dispatched army headquarters for discussion.

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

"Hi!" Makino Jun stood at attention and took orders.He raised his head and was puzzled: "Your Excellency, Captain, we only use heavy machine guns? Don't we use infantry artillery?"

"No, no, it's easy to blow up that small bridge that is not very strong with infantry artillery!" Wakibanjiro's eyes flashed a cruel light. "If you don't leave a way for them to retreat, how can they pass the bridge one after another?"

Makino Jun gasped, at this moment he completely understood his boss' plan.

It's sinister enough!

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

For the Chinese, the main force has already retreated, and their vigor has been lost. With only a small number of troops remaining, it is impossible for them to retreat to the warehouse. The only way to survive is the bridge. Could be death.

That is human nature, the most normal survival.

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

This time, the 3rd Infantry Battalion worked hard to hide all its remaining 8 heavy machine guns in the trenches, and the bridge deck, which was less 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 has to run for at least 8 seconds, and he will have to go through hundreds of bullets.

Without any cover on the bridge deck, no one can escape under such a bullet density.

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

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

Those who did not dare to cross the bridge could not escape the fate of extinction. Even without waiting for dawn, the two infantry squadrons who were already on the alert would enter the building with flashlights, find them, kill them, and throw their bodies into the Suzhou Creek.

Let those Chinese civilians who once cheered for their soldiers drink the water soaked in the blood of their soldiers.

As for the western allied forces in the concession, after dealing with them in the past few days, no matter whether it is the Japanese army's chief or Japanese army's lieutenant, they have already understood their aggressiveness.

As long as they are afraid of death, there is nothing that cannot be compromised. What's more, what made them give up was only the group of weak Chinese, which did not touch their vital interests.

The Japanese lieutenant 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 their own side, but to speed up the disarmament of 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! Senzuo and I will wait for you over there." Before leaving, Lieutenant Colonel Shang Zi was worried about the two generals under his command, and specifically confessed.

Although the two infantry companies had arrived safely, the Japanese were too quiet, which made the experienced lieutenant colonel feel heavy.

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

"Qin Ruoyu, what are you waiting for! Take your brother to escort the two officers across the bridge." Tang Dao roared in a low voice.

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

The lieutenant colonel and major general, who were blocked by a group of soldiers surrounding them, did not notice the strange look in the eyes of the two lieutenants hiding in the darkness.

With three platoons and six light machine guns, Li Jiujin entered the bridge first. The whole army was in a fighting posture, aiming their guns at the two wings.

Then came the lieutenant colonel, the chief of staff of the major general, and three Central Command agents who had suffered innocent disasters and were beaten into pig heads. They were surrounded by Qin Ruoyu's second platoon, the security squad of the battalion headquarters, and the four guards next to the chief of staff of the major general.

Dozens of people were divided into three rows, and ran across the more than 30-meter-long Suzhou Creek Bridge with cats on their waists, and successfully entered the fortifications in the concession.

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

Colonel James, the representative of the garrison in the concession, is also here. The highest Chinese commanders have come. It seems that the matter has been settled, and we will wait until more than 100 Chinese soldiers cross the river.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

(End of this chapter)