In just a few minutes, the Japanese military police and plainclothes agents, who were completely suppressed by Tang Cheng in front of the ballroom door, had already suffered a lot of casualties. Not only did Chief Yamamoto, who came to the ballroom to deal with the incident, die, more than half of his plainclothes agents were also killed, and two Japanese military police were also killed. The military police and plainclothes agents who were huddled behind the shelter did not dare to show up easily, but a hundred meters away from them, a dozen concession patrols gathered.
"Uncle Ma, are we really not going to go there?" A young patrolman, whose eyes flickered as if he had some thoughts in his mind, suddenly turned to look at the older patrolman standing next to him. The elderly policeman with a mustache only frowned slightly when he heard this, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit one. After lighting the cigarette, the seemingly careless elderly patrolman finally spoke.
"Xiao Liuzi, I remember when your aunt sent you to the patrol room, I said in front of your aunt that as long as you are honest and obedient, I will ensure that you will not have any trouble in the patrol room!" The man who was called Uncle Ma The elderly patrolman was obviously the leader among the dozen or so patrolmen in the concession, because when he spoke, the others listened attentively and did not make a sound.
"Did you see the motorcycles and trucks at the entrance of the dance hall? They are all belongings of the Japanese army. This means that the people blocked at the entrance of the dance hall may be people from the Japanese military." Uncle Ma suddenly reached out and grabbed The young patrol officer looked at the other person with a stern look on his face and spoke word by word. "Since they dare to block the Japanese military and fight like this, do you think they will be afraid of us?"
"Take a good look at the people around you. Most of them have families. If they die here today, what will happen to their families? Tell me, what should I do?" Uncle Ma pushed hard with a cold face. He grabbed the young patrolman's hand, and the other patrolmen around him did not stop him. "It's true that this is a concession, but we people are not living for ourselves or for our families. What's more, what does the life and death of the Japanese have to do with us? Can we go up and fight for them?"
Among Uncle Ma's words, only the last sentence actually spoke from his heart. In the Shanghai Concession, especially the French Concession patrol house, most of the Chinese patrols are related to the Youth Gang. During the Battle of Songhu, the Shanghai Youth Gang helped the national army a lot, and some disciples of the Youth Gang even went directly to the battlefield with weapons. Although Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three tycoons of the Qing Gang, later helped the Japanese and attracted many Qing Gang children to join the Japanese, Qing Gang children with a background like Uncle Ma looked down upon the Japanese at all.
Tang Cheng didn't know that a group of concession policemen were hiding on the far corner of the street watching the excitement. In fact, even if he knew, it would not affect his shooting level. Once again, he emptied the bullets in the magazine. After shooting twenty times in a row, he finally stopped what he was doing. Twenty rounds of bullets were fired, and Tang Cheng could be 100% sure of hitting 17 of them. Excluding the two decoys that Tang Cheng deliberately kept, at least fourteen of the military police and plainclothes agents who were blocked outside the ballroom door were shot dead by Tang Cheng.
Tang Cheng fired and reloaded bullets very quickly. From the time he fired the first shot to now, only 2 minutes had passed. According to Tang Cheng's plan, he used this place as a magnet to continuously Attracting more plainclothes super high school students to come to the rescue. But 2 minutes passed. Not only did he see no signs of force on the roof of his prey, but he also didn't see anyone from the concession patrol house. Could it be that the Japanese had seen through his plan?
Feeling that the expected results had not been achieved, Tang Cheng immediately changed his original plan. After reloading the sniper rifle in his hand, Tang Cheng took back the rifle and the shell casings on the ground, and followed the ropes arranged in advance on the side of the roof. Slide down silently. Tang Cheng knew that after all, he was alone. Even if he had system skills and physical fitness that exceeded ordinary people, he might not be able to escape safely once the Special High School, the Military Police and the Concession Patrol House surrounded him.
The gunfire had stopped long ago, but the Japanese military police and surviving plainclothes agents who were hiding behind the cover still did not dare to show their heads. After about a cigarette, one of the Japanese military police who felt something was wrong slowly poked his head out and looked around. "The person who fired the gun seems to have left!" The other Japanese military police also bravely showed themselves, and they were relieved when they saw no bullets coming from a distance.
At this time in Tangcheng, he had already used the cover of night to go around from behind the building where he had shot. He could hear the faint roar of a truck and was now standing in the shadows of the street. There were car lights flashing at the street intersection in the distance. Tang Cheng, dressed in combat attire, turned around and hid in the alley on the street, with the Thompson Charge QIA hanging on the gun belt on his chest.
g is loaded and ready to fire at any time.
Tang Cheng didn't know that when he learned that someone shot and attacked the plainclothes team of the Special High School outside the Paramount Ballroom, he rushed to the concession patrol near the scene and had already found a place to call back to the patrol room. They had no intention of going to the Concession Patrol Room to die for the Special High School, and naturally they would not rush to intervene in the matter, but they still called the Special High School to report the matter. The trucks Tangcheng saw at this moment were the reinforcements sent by the Special High School Course. Three military trucks contained a small group of Japanese military police.
Tang Cheng, who had been waiting near the dance hall without leaving, was waiting for a moment, and judged that the truck coming from the far corner would definitely pass by him. Tang Cheng, who was standing sideways at the entrance of the alley, put a mask on his face and began to retrieve weapons from his equipment bag. Six American military weapons, three on each side of Tangcheng, were hung on the canvas belt around his waist. When these weapons were used for a while, Tangcheng would not expose his carry-on equipment bag.
The movement of the truck came from far to near. As Tang Cheng waited patiently, it soon reached a place more than ten meters away from the alley entrance. Tang Cheng, who had been standing still, pulled a bracelet from his waist with his left hand. After pulling off the ring, he did not let go of the handle of the bracelet. Tang Cheng, who was counting silently in his heart, was waiting for the leading truck to suddenly rush out of the alley when it was already driving parallel to the alley entrance.
Tangcheng suddenly appeared, passing between the two trucks as fast as the wind. When Lei, who flipped the handle with his left hand, was thrown from the back of the truck into the compartment of the first truck, the M1911 pistol in his right hand also One shot was fired into the cab of the second truck. Tang Cheng ran past the front of the second truck, and his shot almost hit the front of the second truck. The bullet fired from the barrel of the m1911 pistol penetrated directly through the front windshield of the truck. It accurately hit the truck driver's forehead.
There was an explosion of "Boom!", just as Tangcheng passed between two trucks, suddenly slowed down and turned around on the opposite street, a ball of fire burst out from the compartment of the first truck thrown into the hand. . With the huge explosion, the surviving Japanese military police in the truck compartment shrouded in fireworks screamed and fell out of the compartment. At this time, Tang Cheng was already close to the compartment of the second truck, heading towards the last one. The truck rushed past.
With the explosion, broken bones and flesh were ejected from the compartment of the first truck. The huge explosion made the driver of the third truck subconsciously hit the brakes. The sudden braking caused the Japanese military policemen in the third truck to huddle together. Before they could react, Tang Cheng, who was running over quickly, had already thrown two weapons into the truck one after the other. In the carriage.
"Boom!...Boom!..." After the two explosions, there were few Japanese military policemen left in the third truck compartment who could still breathe. At this time, Tangcheng had already circled around the third truck from the side. We reached the rear of the second truck. Among the three Japanese trucks, only the second truck was caught in the middle and suffered almost no losses. Although the driver was shot in the head by Tang Cheng, the truck only hit the rear of the previous truck, but the Japanese military police in the carriage were not hurt.
There were explosions in the trucks in front and behind. The Japanese military police, who had experienced the initial panic, were climbing out of the compartment of the second truck under the command of a sergeant. "Da da da... da da da..." The Thomson Charge QIA hanging on the gun belt on Tang Cheng's chest
g, at this time, Tangcheng was suddenly attacked. The Japanese military police who rolled out of the second truck compartment were caught off guard and were attacked by Tangcheng in a standard close range attack.
The gunfire was like a sickle, sweeping across the rear of the second truck. The few Japanese military police who were first crowded at the baffle of the truck and were about to climb down were instantly mopped down by gunfire. The sound of bullets penetrating flesh and the shouts of panic were intertwined, but they were all firmly suppressed by the rapid gunfire. Tang Cheng, who was standing at the back of the second truck, was like a demon at the moment. All the hundred rounds of bullets in the drum were fired into the compartment of the second truck.
The charge qia that finally hangs up with empty guns
g, was released by Tang Cheng, but his soldier did not stop there. Instead, he tore off a pistol from his belt and threw it into the carriage where only the screams were left. From the moment Tang Cheng suddenly rushed out of the alley on the street to the moment he threw the gun into the compartment of the second truck, the whole process actually only took more than a minute.
Such a change occurred in such a short period of time. Even if the military police and plainclothes students gathered outside the ballroom gate a hundred meters away saw it, there was no way they could rush over to help. What's more, many of them were frightened out of their wits. Even if they had the chance to come to help, they would probably just be bluffing.
