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When Zhang Tianhai led his people to the office of the Special Marine Corps Headquarters, he happened to see a group of Japanese soldiers busy.
Either he is busy burning documents or he is busy sending telegrams.
Zhang Tianhai rushed in without thinking, and was immediately punched and kicked.
There was no way, the bullets were all gone, and the bayonet was not that easy to use indoors, so only fists were the best to use.
"Click!"
Zhang Tianhai's ferocious right fist hit the temple of a Japanese second lieutenant who was about to pull out his pistol. The Japanese second lieutenant fell down in response.
When knocking down the Japanese second lieutenant, Zhang Tianhai's left hand was not slow. He grabbed the Japanese second lieutenant's standard pistol - a southern style Showa 14 semi-automatic pistol, and pointed it at the head of the Japanese communications soldier who was sending a telegram. Just one shot.
"boom!"
An 8mm caliber pistol bullet burst out of the barrel of the gun and hit the Japanese communications soldier on the head. A burst of brain mixed with blood and broken bones splashed onto the wall in the corner of the radio station, which was horrific to watch.
The pistols of the Japanese army are no better than rifles. Rifles have strong penetrating power but weak lethality; pistols have weak penetrating power but strong lethality.
The standard pistol equipped by the Japanese army is an imitation of the German Luger P08 pistol. Because the designer of the imitation firearm was Nanbu Colonel, it was called the Nanbu Pistol. However, this pistol was later improved in the 14th year of Showa, so the full name of the pistol was It is a southern-style semi-automatic pistol from the 1970s.
After firing this shot, Zhang Tianhai was about to fire the second shot, but found that the gun had jammed!
Before he could scold the imitation pistol for its poor quality, Zhang Tianhai saw a Japanese soldier in front of him drawing a gun and preparing to shoot at him. He threw the pistol forward without thinking.
Before the Japanese soldier could pull out his pistol, the thrown pistol hit him in the head. At this moment, Zhang Tianhai had already approached and punched out a huge fist!
Perhaps Zhang Tianhai would not have thought that the telegram from the Japanese signal soldier he killed was only half sent: The Imperial Japanese Army's Shanghai Special Marine Corps in China...
The thing behind was shot dead by Zhang Tianhai before the Japanese signal soldier could send it out.
The powerful inertia of history will not change the direction it should take just because of the appearance of a little butterfly who wants to use the mantis as a cart!
Tokyo, Japan, Office of Admiral of the Navy Isoroku Yamamoto.
A lieutenant wearing a black navy uniform rushed to Yamamoto Isoroku's office in a panic, panted and lowered his head to the owner of the room and reported: "Your Excellency, the Shanghai Special Marine Corps has an urgent call!"
After hearing this, Yamamoto Isoroku, who was studying a map of China, put the red and blue pencils on his right hand on his disabled right hand that was missing the index finger and middle finger.
"Read it!" Yamamoto Isoroku said in a deep voice. Seeing the anxious look of the officer in the telecommunications room, he already had an ominous premonition.
"The telegram sent from the Shanghai Special Marine Corps has only sixteen characters, and the full text is 'Shanghai Special Marine Corps of the Empire of Japan in China'. That's all." The telecommunications officer reported clearly.
"Snapped!"
The red and blue pencil in Yamamoto Isoroku's hand broke immediately, and his left hand, which lost two fingers during the Russo-Japanese War, was covered with veins!
"Bring me the translated message!" Yamamoto Fifty-six ordered to the telecommunications officer.
"Hai!" The telecommunications lieutenant handed the translated message to Yamamoto Isoroku.
Looking at the Japanese on the translation, Yamamoto Isoroku took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and then said to the telegraph lieutenant: "You go out first! Wait for my order outside!"
"Hai!" the telegraph lieutenant responded without hesitation, not forgetting to close the door gently when he went out.
After the telegraph lieutenant left, Yamamoto Isoroku's eyes containing the command showed a trace of sadness, and tears slowly filled his eyes.
With tears in his eyes, he saw an old face. It was his teacher and superior who took a bullet for him during the Russo-Japanese War.
If Mr. Suzuki hadn't blocked a shot for him during the Battle of Tsushima, Yamamoto Isoroku would have been a dead body long ago, let alone two of his fingers!
"Teacher Suzuki, Yamamoto is ashamed of your entrustment and failed to take good care of your son. But please rest assured that Yamamoto will avenge your son. Yamamoto will not owe your family two generations of favors!" Yamamoto Isoroku murmured He said to himself, but a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Miyamoto, come in!" Yamamoto Isoroku shouted.
The telecommunications lieutenant outside the door immediately opened the door politely and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, General, what are your orders?"
"Immediately send a message to the military headquarters and the Third Fleet Lieutenant General Hasegawa Kiyoshi: The Imperial Special Marine Corps in Shanghai is now in a bitter battle. Please send troops to support immediately!" Yamamoto Isoroku said with a serious face.
"But, General, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to do this..." Lieutenant Miyamoto asked hesitantly.
Looking at the hesitant Miyamoto Jiro, a cold light flashed in Yamamoto Isoroku's eyes, and he said coldly: "We will continue to generate power as usual. If the rescue of the Special Marines is delayed, I will only ask you! "
Hearing the killing intent in the general's words, Miyamoto Jiro couldn't help but shudder, and then immediately agreed: "Hai, Your Excellency General, Jiro Miyamoto guarantees with his life and the dignity of a samurai that he will absolutely complete the mission assigned by His Excellency the General! "
Looking at Lieutenant Jiro Miyamoto's leaving figure, Yamamoto Isoroku murmured to himself: "The matter of Juichiro must not be let go like this. Stupid Chinese people, you will pay the price for this matter!"
No one can understand the status of Mr. Suzuki in Yamamoto Isoroku's heart. Mr. Suzuki was not only Yamamoto's teacher when he was in the military academy, but also his savior. If not, with Suzuki Juichiro's ordinary talent, He De How can he take the position of commander of the Special Marine Corps stationed in Shanghai?
In order for Suzuki Juichiro to secure the position of commander of the Special Marine Corps, Yamamoto Isoroku also specially asked Ono Takeo, the "Flower of Marine Warfare" of the Imperial Navy, to be his deputy.
Isoroku Yamamoto took great pains to repay Teacher Suzuki's kindness, and even gave Juichiro Suzuki a bright future. However, he never thought that his teacher's only son would actually die on the battlefield in China!
This is absolutely unforgivable for Yamamoto Isoroku!
But Zhang Tianhai, who was far away in Shanghai, did not know that the bit of history he had worked so hard to change was brought back to its original point by the powerful inertia of the wheel of history!
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ps: The New Year is coming soon. First of all, I wish you all a Happy New Year. Since it is the New Year, the Eagle has a lot of shit, so there is only one update today.
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