Ingredients provided by various consulates were piled at the entrance of the Six Nations Hotel. A man in black was checking carefully to prevent other things from getting mixed in. However, it seemed that he was overly concerned because these things were very clean.
"The apple basket contains the information you need." The porter whispered beside the man in black, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
The man in black didn't make any move, and just carried the ingredients into the hotel in baskets, making the people outside drooling.
Zuo Zhong sat on a chair and looked at the hostages who were playing cards. This was to give them something to do, save them from thinking, and increase the difficulty of control.
"Brother, someone from outside sent a note. Please read it." Wu Chunyang was the man in black just now. He didn't read the note, but gave it to Zuo Zhong directly.
Zuo Zhong took the note, which read in Chinese: The Japanese Kwantung Army team has arrived, numbering one hundred, and the intention is unknown. I hope you will be more cautious. If necessary, please announce the need for milk.
Zuo Zhong sat up straight, thought for a moment and threw the note to Wu Chunyang: "Look, what do you think this note means?"
Wu Chunyang took it and glanced at it, his brows twitching: "Kwantung Army team, are they going to rescue the hostages? Are they standing in Peking to help us? I didn't see that they have a way."
"Believe it or not, this must have been given to us by a consulate outside." Zuo Zhong seemed to have thought of something interesting and grinned.
"What, why are they helping us?"
"That's not clear. I'm not a god, but it's just that we have the same interests as them."
Zuo Zhong touched his chin. It was getting more and more interesting now. Unknowingly, new forces had begun to appear. This scene had become a platform, and various characters were about to appear.
Zuo Zhong thought of that team: "Chunyang, if it were you, how would you attack here?"
Wu Chunyang thought for a while and shook his head. Now that the entrances and exits have been blocked, and there are threats of dangerous goods inside, there is no other way except to rely on human lives.
Zuo Zhong felt that this team was the elite of the Kwantung Army and should be regarded as the prototype of the special forces. How did the special forces in later movies and TV series rescue hostages?
It's nothing more than attacking in the east and attacking in the west, and taking things by surprise. In the Six Nations Hotel, attacking in the east is the normal entrances and exits, and attacking in the west is to attack inconspicuous places.
As for surprise, it means choosing the right time to attack and attacking weapons, such as flash bombs, smoke bombs and even tear gas. The Japanese military technology can completely achieve this.
If he were Japanese, where would he open the gap? Zuo Zhong walked around the hotel upstairs and downstairs.
To the south of the Six Nations Hotel is the gate and the road; to the north is a residential area with complex terrain and many people; to the east is a building with the same height as the Six Nations Hotel; to the west is a small pond that was later renovated into a small garden;
After Zuo Zhong finished shopping, he quickly realized a problem. He could not just think from the perspective of intelligence operations, but also considered what the Army would do if they attacked this building.
The first choice is of course aircraft bombing, then shelling, and finally blasting. In the embassy area, the Japanese will naturally not choose the first two, and blasting becomes their best choice.
The hotel's defense seems airtight, but with so many walls and fences, you can blast a breach anywhere. As long as the Japanese enter the hotel, their advantage will not be obvious.
"Wu Chunyang, it is possible that the Japanese can rope across from the roof of the building. You can take people to the roof of the building to take cover. Remember to bring grenades."
"yes"
"Gui Youguang, have you seen this western wall? It's possible for the Japanese to blast into the hotel from here. Do you know what to do?"
"I know, set up explosive sites and ambush them!"
"Good choice, but what if the other party has tear gas? Do you have a gas mask? Since you know the opponent's route, in addition to setting up an ambush, you can also set up traps."
Zuo Zhong had no choice. He couldn't get gas masks at all. During World War I, a gas war broke out between the two warring parties, but the government had no plan to purchase or manufacture gas masks.
After arranging all this, Zuo Zhong smiled lightly as he looked at the embassy area under the smoke screen. Let's meet the legendary Kwantung Army, the most elite one, and see how much you weigh.
It was late at night, and the embassy area was quiet again. The citizens of Peiping who were watching the excitement had already gone home, leaving only two reporters standing by, as well as the lazy consulate military police and patrolmen.
"Do you think the Japanese will come?"
"Of course, this is the information I bought for 500 francs."
Two French reporters were lying behind the sandbags and discussing quietly. They learned from certain channels that the Japanese would carry out an operation to rescue the hostages tonight, so they stayed here and waited.
Wealth and wealth come from danger. As long as they can take pictures of the Japanese attack, no matter whether the other party succeeds or not, they will have first-hand information coveted by the global media.
"Damn it, why is someone here again?"
The French reporters saw a sneaky figure approaching. They recognized it as a rude American. It seemed that he had also obtained the so-called "top secret" information.
So after the two parties met, they shouted out in unison: "Damn intelligence dealer, he told me that he only sold it to me."
The scene was a bit awkward for a moment, but it was not a matter of deep hatred. The French reporter moved out of the way, and the American reporter also lay down behind the sandbag.
"How much did you pay that sneaky guy?"
"Five hundred francs for you."
The American reporter kept a dark face and said nothing. He felt that he had been deceived. The two French reporters laughed out loud. It seemed that the Americans had been deceived.
But soon they stopped laughing. The sandbags turned into cans of sardines. Reporters from all over the world came at the same time. It seemed that the intelligence dealer had made a fortune.
The military police looked at the reporters lying on the ground and were speechless. Could it be that these uncrowned kings couldn't sleep in bed and had to lie down on the cold road.
"Tell the soldiers to be careful, it looks like there will be a firefight tonight."
"Sir, do we need to rescue the hostages again, but there are dangerous goods inside."
The commander who had participated in the colonial war touched his one eye: "You have to know that our casualties are just numbers in the eyes of those big shots."
At this time, in the Japanese consulate, Major Hideyoshi Mizushima looked at his elite men and expressed that he was very satisfied. They were very good and energetic. In this regard, his men could not compare with when he was the captain, but he did not mind at all.
It was his honor to be able to lead the most elite soldiers of the entire Kwantung Army. After completing this mission, Mizushima Hideyoshi made a conscious suggestion to Chief of Staff Itagaki: retain this elite small force.
After seeing this force, Mizushima Hideyoshi clearly realized one thing. This force has the advantages of flexible organization, capable personnel, well-equipped, fast mobility, well-trained, and strong combat effectiveness.
Under special circumstances, it can replace large forces to perform tasks such as harassment, sabotage, assassination and kidnapping, reconnaissance behind enemy lines, stealing intelligence, special security, and counter-sneak attacks.
Just like the German Stormtroopers in World War I, this team of mine is also equipped with German-made MP18 submachine guns, a large number of grenades, smoke grenades, and tear gas.
"Major, the commando team has assembled."
"Correct time, it is now two o'clock. At 2.35, Team A crosses from the east building to the target roof, and must reach the second floor of the hotel at 2.50. Team B approaches the west wall of the hotel from the west garden in a hidden way, and must set up before 2.50. What a blast. Team C launched a feint attack on time at three o'clock in the morning, and Team AB waited for the opportunity to launch an attack."
Mizushima Hideyoshi put down his watch and added: "I will lead the B team, and the other two teams will be led by the captain. All the men in black will be killed. Only the masked man will be left. You must memorize Zhang Jingyao's photo. You must ensure that he safety."
"Hi!"
"Set off."
The situation outside the Six Nations Hotel was getting more and more outrageous. Even many Peking citizens who had left had returned, which made the frightened military police feel a little at ease.
"Fifth Brother, it's almost dawn, why hasn't Little Japan come? You must have been deceived."
"If Xiao Liuzi dares to lie to me, I will break his legs."
"How much did you spend? Xiao Liuzi is a very thief."
"For the shitty money, I gave him half a duck."
The reporters didn't want to talk anymore. How much was half a duck worth? Some of them paid hundreds of dollars, and some even gave dozens of dollars to information dealers. Damn you guys!
"Hey, here it comes, look, there's someone coming across the road!" The citizens were excited while eating melon seeds.
Zuo Zhong heard the noise outside and saw a black line at one end. What were these people doing if they had nothing to do? Why were they up so late at night and came here to watch the excitement?
"Get ready, the Japanese are coming!"
Mizushima Hideyoshi led his men to approach the western wall from the garden, and immediately ordered the engineers to set up explosive points. This was not easy. It required opening the gap accurately without being too powerful.
The special engineers in the Japanese team knocked on the wall, carefully observed the material, made some calculations on paper, and then began to take out tools to set explosive points.
Mizushima Hideyoshi smiled. The Chinese would never have thought that they would appear from here. Do these Chinese people still think that this is a defensive city in ancient wars? It is really ridiculous.
"Major, there are many Chinese people and reporters on the other side of the road watching the excitement. How about letting Team C drive them away..." A scout came back to report.
"No, they can help us attract the attention of the robbers. Everything will proceed as planned." Mizushima Hideyoshi interrupted the scout.
At 2.35, a hook was thrown onto the wire mesh on the roof of the Six Nations Hotel. This was when the Japanese soldiers in the east building began to take action.
Soon the first Japanese soldier used a rope to reach the roof of the Six Nations Hotel. As soon as he landed, he started to be vigilant until he confirmed that the roof was safe. He took out his flashlight and flashed it twice towards the building opposite.
Soon, the Japanese soldiers who received the signal successfully used ropes to sneak to the roof of the Six Nations Hotel.
A captain officer ordered: "Everyone check the equipment and wait for the major..."
"Da da da da da..."
Before he could speak, his words were interrupted by a burst of gunfire. The captain could only break the tactical silence and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Enemy attack, take cover."
But there was nowhere to hide on the bare roof. The only ventilation duct that could be used as a bunker was occupied by agents led by Wu Chunyang. The Japanese soldiers were a little desperate for a while.
