The Independent Brigade moved out of the four warehouses in batches under the cover of the night. Guo Zixu's artillery battalion was the first to move out of the warehouses.
When Guo Zixu personally drove a Type 03 long-range rocket launcher out of the warehouse, Shen Dalang, the artillery battalion commander, was so envious that his eyes almost fell to the ground.
Looking at the powerful 300mm caliber rocket launcher, Shen Dalang suddenly felt that the three Type 63 107mm Light towed rocket launchers beside him were no longer as attractive.
This was really a case of comparing people to death and comparing cannons to throw cannons!
However, Shen Dalang's depression was relieved after an hour. When he saw the powerful firepower of the three Type 63 107mm rocket launchers that exploded in an instant, causing the Japanese in the navy building to scream, he immediately fell in love with them.
However, this was all in the future.
The sudden appearance of such a mechanized team was something that the patrolling Japanese had never dreamed of.
"Stop!"
At this moment, two bright lampposts lit up in the middle of the empty road. The brothers of the artillery battalion encountered a Japanese team that had set up a defense.
The person who shouted was a Japanese soldier. The glaring headlights made it difficult for him to open his eyes. When he heard the sound of a three-wheeled motorcycle, he thought it was one of his own.
After all, from what he knew, all the Chinese people on the Songhu battlefield had already been chased out by the brave and invincible soldiers of the Empire. Other than a place called Sihang Warehouse where there were still some Chinese people resisting, the entire north shore was already under the actual control of the Empire.
Guo Zixu got out of the car as soon as the convoy was stopped and walked straight to the independent brigade soldiers on the three-wheeled motorcycle. These were the guards he had brought out from the teaching corps. They only needed a look to understand the brigade's orders.
"Sir, may I ask which department you are from? Are you still on a mission so late at night?”
The first-class soldier nodded and bowed as he spoke. In his opinion, those who could follow the convoy out at night were the most elite troops and high-ranking officers of the Empire.
"Baka, look up and see who I am!”
Guo Zixu said this to the Japanese soldier in Japanese.
As expected, the Japanese immediately saluted after hearing the familiar language. His eyes, which had slowly adapted to the strong light in the dark, were half-opened when he saw a person in a Chinese military uniform in front of him. He thought that he was seeing things and blinked hard. When he looked again, it was indeed a Chinese!
Before he could finish his sentence, Guo Zixu had already slashed the soldier's neck with his trident. He tried his best to cover his neck with his hands, but he could not stop the blood from splattering.
With Guo Zixu's order, the guards who were already ready fired two armor-piercing rounds into the Japanese's bunker with rocket launchers, followed by more than a dozen semi-automatic rifles. In an instant, all the Japanese who were still in a state of confusion were killed.
The gunshots were the signal. Guo Zixu immediately ordered the artillery battalion to advance at full speed to Mount She. He wanted to occupy the high ground of Mount She before the independent brigade launched a full-scale attack. He wanted to cover the enemy warships on the Huangpu River and anchored at the port of Songhu.
In the four-row warehouse, Xie Jinyuan and the others also heard the sound of gunfire. Shangguan Biaoshi, who was in charge of stopping the Takamori Guards, led three regiments of soldiers to the battlefield. Li Fugui and Shen Dalang led the infantry and artillery who were in charge of attacking the naval command building to leave the warehouse.
Xie Jin Yuan looked at the backs of the teams disappearing into the darkness and couldn't help but sigh,
"The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will return once he leaves!”
At this moment, in the headquarters of the East China Dispatching Army in the Hongkou Navy Headquarters building, the Japanese's highest commander in the East China region, General Shirakawa Masayoshi, was sitting cross-legged in the banquet hall with a group of military officers.
In the middle of the banquet hall, a singer wearing a kimono was performing a dance. The melodious singing seemed to remind Shirakawa Masanori of the scene of enjoying the snow under Mount Fuji.
Beside him, the singer who was kneeling down to serve Shirakawa Yoshinori was pouring him wine. It was high-quality sake that was flown over from the island by the naval air force.
Shirakawa Masayoshi tilted his neck and poured a small glass of sake down his throat. He smacked his lips happily, and the singer beside him immediately used a handkerchief to wipe off the remaining wine stains at the corner of his mouth.
Shirakawa Masayoshi made a satisfied gesture and said to the Japanese assistant officer present,""Gentlemen, the brave warriors of the Imperium have formed an iron bucket formation around the capital of the Chinese people. If nothing goes wrong, we can celebrate the New Year's Day in the Chinese Supreme Commander's Mansion, which is filled with parasol trees.”
"Ha Yi, General is wise!"
The one who spoke was a mustached Japanese lieutenant. His fierce face was filled with killing intent as he said,"General, Muto Kazuo, that idiot, has already died in the Sihang Warehouse. Now, the resistance of the Chinese people is very high. They want to use a small warehouse to block the edge of the Empire's cavalry. I want to ask the general to fight and destroy the Chinese people in the Sihang Warehouse.”
Shirakawa Masayoshi pursed his lips into a smile and reached out to touch the singer beside him. He said casually,"Colonel Matsushita, a small four-row warehouse is nothing to worry about. If the dynasty is determined to take down the warehouse, the Chinese people inside won't be able to hold out for even ten minutes.”
After a pause, he continued," The Sihang Warehouse is just a show by the Chinese Supreme Command. It's a show for the Westerners. Since it's a show, we're happy to sing along with them. The main task of the headquarters now is to firmly guard the port of Shanghai and protect the empire's sea transportation line. As for the rest, we can wait.”
"But, Your Excellency General."
Matsushita Tarou still wanted to fight for the attack mission, but he was interrupted by the impatient Shirakawa Masanori.
"Colonel Matsushita, there's no need to say anything more. Come, everyone, let's have a toast to the early realization of the common prosperity of Great East Asia!”
"Cheers!"
A group of Japanese officers raised their wine glasses and danced with the singers beside them. It was a happy and peaceful scene.
Matsushita Taro drank a glass of wine alone and rejected the dance invitation from the singer beside him. He always felt that the Chinese guards of the Sihang warehouse were like a thorn in his heart, and he wanted to pull it out.
At this moment, the singers in the banquet hall were singing and dancing happily. Matsushita Tarou suddenly heard the whooshing sound of artillery shells breaking through the air.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw countless cannonballs falling from the sky in the dark.
"Baka, protect the general. Enemy attack!”
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