The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 22 A magical series

The retreating troops were in disarray. One battalion and four companies gathered from all directions in the west, trying to get to Sihang Warehouse before twelve o'clock in the evening to set up defenses.

This is not an easy task.

Yang Ruifu had no choice but to do his best to gather the dispersed troops and turn towards the Sihang Warehouse.

No one noticed that Cheng Mo quietly left the team alone.

He went to drive his hidden tank, hanging far behind the retreating team. After arriving at the destination, he found a good place to hide the tank.

If this was done without anyone noticing, that would not necessarily be the case. After all, someone still knew about the tank.

But those who knew remained silent.

After Cheng Mo followed the team and retreated into the Sixing Warehouse, no one mentioned it again. As for where the tanks were hidden, he was the only one who knew.

"Come in, this is Yanyicang. I lived here before it was requisitioned." Cheng Mo led Wu Jianfeng and others into his territory. Even though it was requisitioned by the 88th Division as the division headquarters, this place was not occupied. disturb.

The Sihang Warehouse is so big, there are so many rooms and spaces available, there is no need to enter an owned warehouse.

What's more, Cheng Mo, who was so smart, put a seal on the warehouse.

"Wow, there's also a three-wheeler here. How beautiful?"

"That was a gift from my sister." Cheng Mo explained generously. As long as he didn't tell who his sister was, no one would know.

"Cheng Mo, what does your sister do to be so rich?" Wu Jianfeng said enviously, "She can actually give you a motorcycle?"

"She married into a good family, and her husband's family is rich." Cheng Mo naturally didn't want to mention it more. After all, his sister's identity was indeed a bit difficult to disclose.

"That's good. No wonder you don't want to join the army like us. It turns out that your family is wealthy and you are a rich young man!"

"Young Master Kuo is nothing to talk about. He just doesn't have to worry about food and clothing."

"That matter about the field investigation team..."

"Vice Company Wu, Vice Regiment informed me that officers above the company commander level will go to the conference room on the second floor for a meeting immediately!" Wu Jianfeng was just about to learn more about it when he was called away by a messenger.

The new regimental deputy chaired a defense meeting for the first time, and all company-level officers were required to attend and were not allowed to be absent.

"You guys can find a place to rest and take whatever you want to eat. Anyway, there are enough supplies here." After Cheng Mo greeted him, he lay down on his big carved huanghuali bed with his gun in his arms and went to sleep.

The field investigation team should be the organization sent into the army under the Secret Service Office of Lixingshe, the predecessor of Juntong. This is also the predecessor of the inspectors sent by Juntong in the army.

He should have noticed himself. His situation on the battlefield, as long as he was not blind, it was normal for him to be noticed.

But now is not the time to think about it.

The next battle is probably his last battle on the Songhu battlefield, and he has to recharge his batteries.

Sihang Warehouse is in a very good location, with XZ Road to the east, Guoqing Road to the north, Bank of Communications Building to the west, and Suzhou River to the south.

To the east of XZ Road is the public concession, separated by a road, that is, heaven and earth.

No one dares to say whether the Japanese dare to bring the flames of war to the concession. Once they are red-eyed and unable to hold back the fire, it is not impossible to really cross the border.

If the Japanese army really crossed the line, it would not necessarily be a bad thing, as long as they did not cross the line.

It's a bit ridiculous to say that a sovereign country actually needs to use this method to gain poor support from others, but others may not help you yet.

Wishful thinking.

No one in this world can be trusted. Only the gun in your hand is the most loyal and trustworthy.

……

Unable to sleep, I got up early in the morning.

Climbing to the top of the building, the sun seemed to have just struggled up from a nightmare, listless, and crawling out parallel to the ground with a pale face. The morning mist that diffused from the Huangpu River wandered everywhere in clouds and wisps.

Like that wandering spirit.

The North Station has been occupied by the Japanese forwards. From the top floor of the Sixing Warehouse, you can clearly see the plaster flag that has been raised.

On their own land, it is the flag of the invaders that is raised.

This is a great irony. Cheng Mo went to the top floor and looked north, at the bell tower of the North Station, the rockery in Hongkou Park, the church not far away, and the ruins of Gonghe Road...

Wherever you enter, you can see a shocking scene of devastation. This was originally the most prosperous city center in Shanghai, but now it has been reduced to rubble under Japanese artillery fire.

Streams of black smoke rose from the ruins, rolling and rising, like paper money burned at graves during the Qingming Festival.

To the south of the building, it was still bustling and noisy. The buildings on the Bund stood beside the Huangpu River. A huge sense of oppression came over us. The sound of whistles came from the river, and it was the Japanese warships showing off their power.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him. Cheng Mo turned around and saw a lieutenant colonel in national army uniform walking over. He had a Chinese character face, a lean build, a dark face, and a serious expression.

Cheng Mo was also wearing a national army combat uniform at this time and looked like an ordinary soldier of the 524th Regiment.

"Hello, sir." Cheng Mo recognized the other party at a glance, but the other party did not recognize him.

"Brother, which company of the first battalion are you from?" Xie Zhongmin called to Cheng Mo. He always felt that this young man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"I'm not a soldier, I'm a custodian at the Sixings Warehouse of the Salt Bank." Cheng Mo explained.

"Since you are not a soldier, why don't you leave quickly? This place will become a battlefield." Xie Zhongmin was surprised, but he still did his duty and persuaded him kindly.

"Sir, I'm responsible for guarding the Sihang Warehouse. That's my duty. Why should I leave?" Cheng Mo asked back, pointing his hand to search in the distance, and said with a sneaky and sleazy Japanese soldier, "Those who want to leave should be those who want to leave." people."

"Brother, you are not a soldier, you should leave as soon as possible, while you can still..." Xie Zhongmin couldn't help but be moved. At this time, there is such a young man who is loyal to his duty. His quality is really valuable, and he persuaded again.

"My home, I won't leave anywhere." Cheng Mo said, "As a nation continues to survive, there is no distinction between north and south. People, old and young, all have the responsibility to defend the land and fight. What's the difference between the army and the people? "

Xie Zhongmin was stunned. These words simply made him feel ashamed. They struck the depths of his soul. An ordinary citizen had such a realization. As a soldier, shouldn't he be more determined? Suddenly the trace of fear in his heart was dispelled. Haze and worry.

Xie Zhongmin really didn't know Cheng Mo because he was temporarily assigned to command this team.

The first battalion had a firefight with the Japanese after lunch, and was waiting for work. The Japanese vanguard suffered a heavy loss and retreated directly.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese army launched another attack. This time, almost two squadrons were assembled. They came from XZ Road, Suzhou Hebei Road, and Guoqing Road, and surrounded them from three sides. One company defended the blocks near the Bank of Communications. , the first exchange of fire with the Japanese.

Cheng Mo is a free man. He doesn't need anyone else to direct him on how to fight. He has only one task, which is to solve the problems that come from the front and cause unnecessary troubles.

In order to effectively shoot the target, Cheng Mo deliberately placed the target within 100 meters, but not more than meters. Within this range, all the Japanese machine gunners, grenade launchers, and Japanese officers above the sergeant level he saw were Kill them all.

This time, he changed his approach. Instead of shooting directly, he first injured the opponent, then induced the opponent to send someone to rescue him, and then slowly tortured...

Only in this way can the hatred in the heart be relieved.

This unscrupulous and smoky style of play also infected the officers and soldiers of the company, and they began to know how to cooperate, letting people in first, and then slowly playing with each other.

One afternoon, the Japanese army dumped dozens of corpses in front of the position where the company was stationed. Finally, the Japanese army actually sent someone to shout, asking them to collect the corpses.

Such a scene was worth recording, so Cheng Mo took out the camera given by his sister and silently took pictures.

"How many?"

"There are no less than fifty or sixty bodies. The Japanese army is collecting the corpses. You will know after you go and see them." Deputy Shangguan Tuan said.

"This company is so capable of fighting, who is the company commander?"

"The commander of the first company was injured and retreated. Now the commander of the first company is the company deputy Wu Jianfeng." Shangguan Zhibiao explained, "Originally, before the retreat, the regiment arrangement asked me to serve as a part-time officer, but I think Wu company deputy did a good job. I didn’t interfere, I didn’t expect them to fight so well.”

"Are the losses high in a row?" Xie Zhongmin asked subconsciously. With such a huge result, inertia thinking, more than a hundred people in a row may have to sacrifice most of them.

"No one died, only three were slightly injured."

"This is impossible!" Xie Zhongmin lost his voice.

"On the other side of the First Company, the Japanese couldn't get within fifty meters of the First Company's defensive position, and they didn't dare to use heavy artillery against us for fear that the shells would hit us and fall on the concession on the other side, so the casualties were really not big." Before the report, Deputy Shangguan Tuan understood The situation seemed unbelievable to him, but it was the fact.

Xie Zhongmin was the staff director of the division, so naturally he didn't know the magic of the battalions and companies of the 524th Regiment. He was the deputy of the regiment, but he hadn't been in charge for a few days, so he didn't know much about it. After all, Yang Ruifu was like a treasure. He followed the company and sent people to follow him when he went down. Some people thought he was guarding against someone.

"Let's go over and have a look." Xie Zhongmin became interested and pulled the Shangguan regiment deputy straight to the Bank of Communications building defended by the first battalion.

He wanted to see how the magical company did it. If it could be promoted throughout the camp, then this battle would be easier to fight.

　Keep rolling around asking for collection and monthly votes!

　　
  　
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