"Okay, then let's stay." After saying that, Yan Yan said to Zhu Shengzhong, "Old Zhu, come and take them. First change them into military uniforms, and then get familiar with the environment."
"Yes!" Zhu Shengzhong responded.
Then he shouted to more than 20 young people: "Follow me."
Zhu Shengzhong took the people away, and Yan Yan said to Yang Deyu: "Old Yang, I'm going out for a while."
"Go out?" Realizing that Yan Yan was talking about leaving Sihang Warehouse, Yang Deyu suddenly became alert, "Old Yan, what are you going to do? Don't mess around, you are our backbone now."
"It's okay. I'll go out and catch a few alive and come back." Yan Jun said with a smile.
"Catch alive?" Yang Deyu said with a serious expression, "Old Yan, are you talking about the Japanese whistle?"
Yan Yan nodded and said, "Aren't these new recruits here? I just feel like I have to find a way to teach them a lesson so that they can see blood and adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible."
On the battlefield, the highest mortality rate is always the new recruits.
Because the recruits have never seen killing, they will not be able to adapt to it, and their reactions will be slower than usual.
If it were peacetime, you could grow slowly through training and exercises, but now it's wartime, you can only grow quickly through a cruel method.
"What you said is very light." Yang Deyu firmly objected.
"That's a Japanese, not a chicken. You can catch him if you catch him? What are you thinking?"
"It's just a few Japs. Catching them alive is not just a matter of holding hands." Yan Yan was really not bragging. Not only did he crush the Japs in terms of technical equipment, but his skills were also beyond the capabilities of ordinary Japs.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Yang Deyu turned back and shouted: "Little Master!"
A short and thin veteran of the Central Army came forward: "Platoon leader, you called me?"
"Yes." Yang Deyu nodded, then pointed at Yan Yan and said, "You go with us to protect the safety of the chief of staff. Remember, even if you die, you must ensure the safety of the chief of staff."
"Yes!" The veteran stood at attention, "Even if I die, I must ensure the safety of the Chief of Staff!"
Yang Deyu said to Yan Yan again: "Old Yan, this is Shang Wu, nicknamed Xiao Zhenren. He is the only scout still alive in our 88th Division Reconnaissance Company. He has captured Japanese soldiers many times before."
Only then did Yan Yan take a closer look at the short and thin veteran.
After taking a closer look, I discovered that although this veteran was short and thin, he was not that skinny, but lean, the kind of muscles that must be built after years of hard training. Such muscles are not bodybuilding. It looks good, but its explosive power can easily kill large muscle groups that are developed through bodybuilding.
A gentle punch on the veteran's chest felt like hitting an iron plate.
Yan Yan nodded and asked, "A martial artist, right? Have you ever practiced martial arts before?"
"I have practiced." The veteran nodded and replied, "I am a true disciple of the Wudang Sect, but my understanding is far inferior to that of my fellow disciples. I have practiced on Wudang Mountain for seventeen years and still can't figure out the method, so I just struggle. Once I had good muscles and bones, my master simply let me go down the mountain to practice, and then I joined the National Army in Suzhou."
"Old Yan, Xiao Zhenren's fists and kicks are very powerful. He can kill a Japanese with one strike of his sword!" Yang Deyu said, "But that's not the most powerful thing about him. His most powerful thing is that he can smell the scent of living creatures. He As long as you squat there, all living creatures within a few dozen meters will not be able to escape his nose, and even a mouse will be plucked out by you."
"Do you still have this ability?" Yan Yan was very happy. Isn't this a humanoid night vision device?
"Actually, it's not relying on the nose, but relying on internal observation." Shang Wu said a little shyly, "My senior brothers can observe the movement of qi in the body when they meditate and breathe out, but I can't see it. I can only observe the surroundings. Living thing."
"It turns out to be Taoist inner breath." Yan Jun's expression became serious. He did not understand the Taoist inner breath method, but this did not hinder his admiration for Taoism, which is a true treasure of Chinese culture.
The world's people don't believe in the inner message of the Taoist family, just because they don't understand it.
Even if you understand it, you can't get in. There is no chance, no fate.
However, Yan Yan still wanted to try whether Shang Wu could really "see" living creatures within a few dozen meters.
Under the cover of night, the two of them walked out of the gate of the west building quietly, one after the other, and then followed the bumpy Guangfu Road to the ruins on the west side.
Sneaking less than twenty meters, Yan Yan knew that Shang Wu was a true "night walking" master.
Walking at night is different from walking during the day, especially on roads that are bumpy and full of obstacles. It is easy to step on something or kick something to make a sound. At this time, you need to be careful.
It's serious because the helmet has a night vision goggle, but if you are a martial artist, you can probably "see" it.
Soon, the two crossed the southwest corner and entered the dangerous zone from here.
And the further they go, the more dangerous it becomes. As long as the Japanese use flares, they will be unable to hide.
Sneaking forward for about ten meters, Yan Yan quietly squatted down and then made a gesture to Shang Wu.
Through the dim light of the street lamp across the Suzhou River, Shang Wu saw the severe gesture. Dang Ji squatted on the ground, then closed his eyes and began to look inside. After a while, he quietly stood up, first pointed in the direction, and then gestured to Yan Yan. Eight means there is a Japanese eight meters away in that direction.
Yan Yan's expression suddenly condensed, and he could actually see it!
Because he can be seen through an infrared thermal imaging camera.
Eight meters away in the direction Shang Wu pointed just now, there was really a Japanese hiding behind.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Wu made another gesture to Yan Yan: "Leave this to me."
Yan Yan quietly touched the other Japs. The Japs were far away, more than thirty meters away. It was probably because of the distance that Shang Wu didn't see the Japs.
…
The new commander of the Japanese Navy's Shanghai Special Marine Corps has also arrived. His name is Shimomura Masasuke, with the rank of major general. He was originally the commander of the 14th Squadron under the 4th Fleet.
"Maeda-kun, please take good care of me in the future." Masasuke Shimomura looked very polite.
"Your Excellency, Commander, you are serious in your words. I have just taken up my post and am now getting familiar with the situation." Ritsu Maeda didn't know the character of his immediate boss yet, so he didn't dare to speak too fully.
"Are you reading the battle reports from Sihang Warehouse over the past two days?"
Masasuke Shimomura picked up the battle report on the table, and after just one glance, his face immediately fell.
Nothing else, the battle reports of the Special Marine Corps in the past two days are really eye-catching. With the strength of a detachment and all the heavy equipment of the entire Marine Corps, they stormed a small area. As a result, hundreds of soldiers and heavy equipment were lost. They suffered a lot of losses and even had two flat-firing cannons taken away by the Chinese army. This is simply unreasonable.
Trying his best to suppress his emotions, Shimomura Masasuke asked: "Did Maeda-kun find any problems?"
"Your Excellency, Commander, I have indeed discovered some problems, and I am going to go to the Bank of Communications warehouse to take a look." Ritsu Maeda handed a battle report to Masasuke Shimomura.
Masasuke Shimomura glanced at the battle report and asked: "Do you suspect that there is a problem with the explosion of the artillery unit's cannons and the explosion of the tanks' cannons of the tank unit? But the maintenance staff of the repair shop made it clear that all the signs are consistent with the explosion. The obvious characteristics of the chamber explosion, and there seems to be no other more reasonable explanation except the chamber explosion."
"But I always feel something is not normal." Ritsu Maeda shook his head and said, "So I wanted to go over and have a look."
"That's fine." Shimomura Masuke said in a deep voice, "There's nothing to do anyway, let's go together."
Immediately, the two of them got into the car and headed straight to the Bank of Communications warehouse under the escort of six sidecars.
…
The time came to three o'clock in the morning on November 2.
Jun Yan and Shang Wu had been in and out of Sihang Warehouse several times and had been busy for several hours.
The results of the battle were also extremely rich. The two of them actually captured seven Japanese sentries, and they were all carried back after being knocked unconscious, and they could still breathe.
He will not show any mercy to the Japanese.
Did these beasts have any mercy when they slaughtered unarmed Chinese civilians and even babies? Did they ever feel any hesitation or guilt when violating Chinese women?
In a word, all the Japanese who step into China should die.
Looking at the Japanese tied up in a row, he shouted sternly: "Xiao Huangpao, ask Lao Zhu to bring the new soldiers over."
The little yellow robe flew away. In less than two minutes, Zhu Shengzhong brought more than 20 recruits from the recruit platoon to the first floor hall of the east building. He saw that these recruits had already changed into military uniforms.
Sihang Warehouse was originally the headquarters of the 88th Division.
Among the military supplies left behind by the division headquarters are military uniforms.
