Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

The first thousand and 730 chapters of the spy shadow

Hisao Nishio looked at Shigemako Aoki without saying a word, seemed to be a little moved, and said after a few seconds of silence: "Even so, where can we deploy troops to defend the beach, and the coastline is so long, it's not something that a little force can do." Arrived."

At this time, Shanghai is basically an empty city, and all the troops have been transferred to the outer defense. If there is a real army that lands from the sea and cooperates with the outside, the outer defense line will immediately collapse. I am not very optimistic that the national army will land from the sea, but Jiang Haoran is notorious for not playing cards according to the routine, so he has to have doubts about it.

Aoki Shigeno said: "Anyway, it is almost impossible to retreat at sea. Let's transfer the 111th and 112th Divisions from Wusongkou. The distance is short, and the defensive pressure in areas outside Baoshan County is relatively small."

Hisao Nishio thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's do as you said, and also drag the 36th Division of the Imperial Association Army in the city up, and order them to drive all the people in the city to the beach. "

Aoki Shigemagi gave a thumbs up and flatteringly praised: "It's high, it's really high. In this way, with these cannon fodder blocking the front, even if they really landed from the sea, we won't be afraid of them."

Hiso Nishio didn't seem to be in any good mood, he rolled his eyes at Shigemako Aoki, and said desolately: "No matter what we do, Aoki-kun... I am afraid that the Central China Front Army will die in the end, we have to do our best to serve as locusts for the sky and jade for the empire." preparation."

Aoki Shigeno suddenly showed a ferocious face, and said: "For the jihad of the locust, Aoki has already prepared to die. Even if he knows that he is invincible, all the locust warriors of the Central China Front Army will make the Chinese pig pay a heavy price. The local decisive battle buys time."

Hisao Nishio nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Mr. Aoki, let us go all out. Even if we are left alone, we will wipe the city of Shanghai off the map."

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In the evening, Xiafei Road, Shanghai, French Concession.

Since Jiang Haoran signed a jet fighter technology transfer agreement with Yingmi, the term "concession" has basically disappeared in the land of China, but the French Concession in Shanghai is the only exception.

Vichy France has already defected to Germany, and they will ignore all the proposals of Yingmi. At the same time, Vichy France is backed by the big tree of Germany, and the islanders dare not offend, so the French Concession in Shanghai can be preserved.

In 1843, according to the Sino-British Treaty of Nanjing, Shanghai was opened as a treaty port. In 1844, the Sino-French "Whampoa Treaty" was signed, and the French obtained the privileges of living, trading, renting land and building houses in Shanghai and other trading partners. The shameful scar of the "French Concession" was officially affixed to Shanghai, a prosperous metropolis.

With the operation of the French for hundreds of years, Joffre Road can be regarded as the source of fashion in Shanghai.

This 4-kilometer-long commercial street is full of famous shops and famous products, many of which are old shops of Russian overseas Chinese, or the best of their kind in the French Concession. With their European-style commercial layout, they show a trend that is almost in sync with that of developed cities in Europe and America. High-end consumer goods, especially western food, pastries, suits and daily necessities are the most distinctive.

At the same time, this place has also become a gathering place for intelligence from all over the world, with mixed fish and dragons.

The two most famous gangs in Shanghai, the Qing Gang and the Ax Gang, are both flourishing in the French Concession.

As night came and the lights came on, the streets were full of people and traffic, as if the imminent war had nothing to do with them.

Not far away, the Paramount Ballroom has been lit up with neon lights, and women with heavy makeup and cheongsams are trying their best to attract customers.

The situation of the war is very bad, the number of guests going to the ballroom has decreased significantly, they have to turn their attention to the passers-by on the road to satisfy their singing and dancing tonight, and their luxury and luxury. What does war have to do with them.

In the traffic flow, a rickshaw stopped about 100 meters away from Paramount, and a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and top hat got out of the car. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses at night.

The rickshaw driver collected the fare and rang the bell and trotted all the way into the traffic, but the middle-aged man still stood there, took off his sunglasses and pretended to wipe it, his eyes glanced around casually, as if he didn't notice anything unusual, and then raised his head. feet forward.

There is a Guangming photo studio more than ten meters ahead. The middle-aged man stopped in front of the photo studio and raised his eyes in his hands gracefully. The pedestrians and vehicles behind the lens are clearly visible.

Putting on sunglasses, the middle-aged man walked into the photo studio quickly.

"Sir, do you want to take a photo or take a photo?" The little guy in the store stepped forward and bowed.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "No, I'm here to drink tea with your boss."

The young man was taken aback, but quickly said: "Our boss has just bought some tea, including this year's West Lake Longjing and Biluochun. I wonder what kind of tea sir likes to drink?"

The middle-aged man said: "I only drink Tieguanyin."

The young man stood still, and the obsequious expression on his face disappeared immediately. He walked quickly to the door and took a look, then turned around and said, "Go in, brother Zhuang has been waiting for you for a long time."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and quickly walked towards the back room. Just as he opened the door, someone came up to him, and he said: "Oh, I'm so scared to death, I thought something happened to you? Eh... ...how is it you, where is your teacher?"

The man in the suit and leather shoes who spoke was handsome. He was a 23-year-old young man, but he was no stranger to him. It was Zhuang Xiaoshun who had been following Zhuang Dashuan. During the second battle in Wuhan, he overturned the island with a bottle of "Blood Mandala". He is a small team in the army, and he is very capable, and now he is the head of the Shanghai Station of the Central Security Bureau, so he is young and promising.

The middle-aged man who just came in was Xue Yong, the adjutant of Wang Jinzhai, commander of the 36th Division of the enemy's puppet army.

The frontal battlefield is in full swing, and although there is no gunpowder in the enemy's rear battlefield, it is also full of spy shadows and extremely cruel.

People on these hidden fronts use their wisdom and personal abilities to deal with the enemy, fight wits and bravery, obtain enemy intelligence, smash the enemy's conspiracy, and disintegrate the enemy's power. Decide the outcome of the war and save the lives of thousands of soldiers.

The commander of the 36th Division of the enemy's puppet army was the target of Zhuang Xiaoshun's successful instigation. He successfully disintegrated the enemy's vital strength, and at the same time it was equivalent to planting a sharp knife in the enemy's heart.

Xue Yong said: "No. 76 is watching too closely, and our division commander can't escape at all, so we had to send me over."

Zhuang Xiaoshun waved his hands maturely and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who comes, your teacher is so anxious to make an appointment with me, you must have very important information, right?"