Chapter 29: The Night Raid (Part 2)

  Although the man on Wind Island shouted several times and gave orders, it seemed like the other party didn't hear him at all.

  At a distance almost stuck to his nose, the flashlight of a man from Fengdao Island shone on the other's face. He was shocked to find that the other was an incredibly young lieutenant colonel? Although his clothes were wet with rain, there were still visible bloodstains on them.

  Just as a man on Wind Island was about to ask for the password, he heard a loud "Bang!"

  Right after that, a slap in the face sent him tumbling to the ground, and then over ten people stripped off his raincoat and gave him a good beating, until the opposing team disappeared at the end of the street. Fūtō Kazuo was still groaning painfully in the muddy water when Mura, who had gone to take shelter from the rain, witnessed everything that had just happened. In the instant when Mura helped Fūtō Kazuo up and put his own raincoat on him, Fūtō Kazuo suddenly realized - the officer who had just returned from a mission was drenched like a drowned rat, he must have been enraged by the raincoat he was wearing!

  After being beaten by Private Kimura with a rifle butt, Kazama limped back to the barracks in search of a military doctor.

  The man on the windy island didn't know that he wasn't the first to enjoy this treatment. Song Yuanghai took advantage of the strict hierarchical system of the Japanese army, borrowed a set of lieutenant colonel's uniform and added a sentence "Hachigatsu", smoothly passing through more than a dozen Japanese sentry posts in the stormy night.

  At 11:30 pm, Song Yuanhang stood at the corner of Lao Che Zhan Street, wiping off the water vapor from his watch. This watch he picked up from a Japanese corpse was naturally not as good as his original Swiss one.

  Song Yuanhang knew that if everything went smoothly, the breakout troops should have started crossing the river in batches by now. The target he was looking for was right in front of him, because the old train station had fallen quickly and became one of the only relatively intact buildings within the ancient city walls. More importantly, the dense telephone lines and towering antennas, combined with the frequent coming and going of Japanese officers, suggested that this might be a division-level command center. The only trouble was that the guards here were not ordinary soldiers, but military police.

  He met his fellow Song Yuanhang and was very depressed. The plan to quietly mix into the Japanese military command system basically went bankrupt.

  Just as Song Yuanhang had finished assigning tasks and precautions to several officers, he suddenly found that the warehouse of the old train station's cargo yard was lit up. In his memory, the cargo yard and the train station were connected.

  The rain is getting heavier and heavier, showing no signs of stopping. At the main gate of the warehouse, a dozen Japanese soldiers are piling up sandbags to prevent the water from flowing in.

  Song Yuanhang arrived with his troops and found that the commander of a dozen or so Japanese soldiers was actually a major with a thick beard?

  The Japanese army major saw Song Yuanghai and others arrive, his face suddenly showed joy. He waved his arms and shouted loudly at Song Yuanghai!

  Reacting quickly, Song Yuanhang slightly tilted his head and instructed the officer behind him: "Pass on the message. First help the Japanese do their work. Then quietly take them out!"

  Three hundred dare-to-die troops suddenly buried the original Japanese soldiers. The busy Japanese soldiers happily straightened their waists, wanting to smile with gratitude at their new companions. But unexpectedly, what they saw were pairs of eyes that could cut through bones and dig into flesh.

  The Japanese army major excitedly pulled Song Yuanhang into the warehouse door. After shaking off the rain, Song Yuanhang was stunned by the scene inside the warehouse. But then he was replaced by anger.

  Inside the nearly 2,000 square meter warehouse, there were piles of military supplies and materials everywhere. These materials were all captured by the Japanese in Yangon. All the equipment was marked with the USA logo without exception. They were all American aid to China that had been embezzled by the British, but now they had become strategic materials for the Japanese. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were busy affixing seals belonging to various regiments to the new batch of supplies that had just arrived.

  The Japanese army major general seems to have questioned the origin of Song Yuanghai and his party?

  Facing the garrulous Japanese colonel, Song Yuanhang was extremely depressed! He could only hum and pretend to be hoarse to deal with his opponent, but he had already sensed a hint of danger from the colonel's questioning gaze and severe tone.

  After the Japanese soldiers at the entrance disappeared, more than 100 dare-to-die team members rushed into the warehouse to help. Song Yuanhang drew his samurai sword and chopped down with one knife!

  The Japanese army major's eyes widened in horror as he instinctively touched the blood arrow that had pierced his neck, and his gaze immediately turned glassy.

  A dozen or so Japanese soldiers in the warehouse were all stunned, because they had just heard Lieutenant Colonel Ikuo's scolding of his opponent's unreasonableness, and unexpectedly, his opponent suddenly drew his sword and beheaded Lieutenant Colonel Ikuo!

  After the remaining Japanese troops were dealt with, Song Yuanhang first sent out scouts to stand guard, while the rest of the personnel discarded their Japanese-made weapons. Box after box of Thompson submachine guns and M1 carbines were opened, and in just 5 minutes, Song Yuanhang's dare-to-die corps had completed their rearming!

  Such a quick change is because American firearms are not sealed with traditional yellow grease, but vacuum-sealed in plastic bags, and the cartridges in the ammunition box are all pressed into clips.

  After reminding the dare-to-die team members to carry as much ammunition as possible, Song Yuanhang picked up an M1 carbine, skillfully pulled open the chamber and checked the position of the gun mechanism. With a click, he pushed a 20-round magazine into place, released the safety catch, and with a free recoil, the bolt clicked again, pushing the bullet into the chamber.

  After filling the front chest pouches with magazines, Song Yuanhang found a whole box of M40 backpacks and loaded 20 spare magazines. Then, he ordered a soldier to cut off one of the telephone lines outside the house and pull it into the warehouse, using two telephone lines to form a closed loop. The broken ends were then pulled back to their original position and casually thrown on the ground, making it look like they had been blown away by the wind.

  In fact, there is a hidden inner loop on the branch head of the closed circuit. Three groups of electricity are set at the end of the inner loop, and dozens of kilograms of TNT explosives are wrapped on each group of electricity.

  Song Yuanhang's grand plan had only one goal: not to leave a single part for the Japanese.

  After everything was ready, Song Yuanhang took a deep breath and waved his hand to signal the start of action!

  The sound of the heavy rain and the rumble of thunder covered up the sporadic gunfire, until Chinese soldiers rushed into the station, when the Japanese military police guarding the gate finally reacted, the rigid and dogmatic Japanese military police actually lined up in a row to block the gate, and sent two sergeants to inquire inside.

  When Song Yuanhang entered the station hall, the battle had already ended. The Thompson submachine gun, notorious for its fast firing rate and tendency to jam, performed exceptionally well today. Hundreds of Japanese officers and non-commissioned officers in the hall were knocked down by a storm of bullets from the Chinese soldiers who rushed in.

  Chinese soldiers suffered more than 20 casualties, most of whom were killed in the assault on the second floor telegraph room. As Song Yuanhang stepped over the twisted bodies of Japanese soldiers, he surprisingly found that the majority of the Japanese troops who had been shot and killed were lieutenant colonels or majors.

  What made Song Yuanhang puzzled was that a division of the Japanese army had so many lieutenants?

  Or is it really that bad luck? Raided a division-level command post and didn't even get one with stars?

  The two lieutenant generals killed in the second floor telegraph room gave Song Yuanhang a little comfort, barely enough to be considered a major general.