Battle of the Third Reich

After many years of operation in the public concession, of course, Japanese investment was indispensable. Sichuan North Road was already the most prosperous street in Suzhou, Hebei. There are many restaurants and hotels on both sides of the road, and many Japanese trading companies have also set up their headquarters in China. Most of Japan’s important military and political institutions in southern China are also located around this road.

No one would think that one day, the prosperous Sichuan Road became the racing ground of the Army and Navy. In the face of the swiftly galloping military vehicles, the passing vehicles and pedestrians scrambled to avoid the road. How many shop facades were crushed and how many gorgeously decorated windows were broken.

"I should! (I rush!) I should!" Looking at the pedestrians and vehicles dangling by the roadside, Dasuo Watanabe gripped the knife in his hand excitedly.

"Oh! Lord Captain!" Lieutenant Fujiwara put one hand on the steering wheel, and the left hand slid the gear lever back to fourth gear.

The three squadrons of the Special Marines stationed at the Hongkou headquarters almost came out this time. The team dragged one after another. The Mitsubishi four-wheeled trucks, which were painted with gloss, were like mocking the cold weather of the landing army.

None of the Marine Corps drivers was stupid. From the mirror, they saw the Army truck that was rushing to overtake. They not only did not make any blocking action, but instead hi turned to avoid to the right.

The driver was just an ordinary navy soldier, and he could not think of too deep a problem. At that time, he thought that the army truck was in a hurry. At this time, they still had a task, and there was no need to fight with the army’s horse dung on the street.

It wasn't until the army convoy passed that the navy drivers noticed that something was wrong. The armored vehicles that followed followed seemed to be their own. Why should armored vehicle squadrons chase those armies?

"It's almost time, Fujiwara, it's over the front of the group of navies." Seeing the front road motorcycle of the navy convoy, Watanabe was relieved, and finally caught up with these navies, as long as the navy convoy is now over, the situation is under control The power still belongs to the army.

"Wait for Sichuan Road and Bridge, leave the Songgang team to block the bridge deck, and absolutely not let those octopuses cross the Suzhou River." Dazuo Watanabe made up his mind secretly.

Although the captain of the United Captain's abacus played well, what happened next second disrupted all his plans, and 120 United was also destined to leave a strong trace in the history of the Japanese Army.

"Ah! Abu Nai! (Ah, dangerous!)" Lieutenant Fujiwara suddenly screamed, and the front of the Type 94 truck deflected to the right.

"Mazi! Mazi! Ah! Mazi!" (Oops! Oops! Oops! Oops!) The second lieutenant yelled in his mouth, dragging the steering wheel hard, and swiftly moved the gear lever with his left hand, his feet in the clutch and brake. Step back and forth.

The 3.5-ton six-wheel truck is also loaded with a full army of army soldiers, plus the weapons and ammunition that are carried on the body. If the direction is out of control, the damage will be extremely impressive.

At this time, the direction of the front of the Type 94 truck is exactly the Ford car of Major General Takeda Shiji, the commander of the Marine Corps. If it hits like this, Major General Takeda may be promoted to lieutenant general 90%.

The Marine Corps Commander also noticed the movement of the rear of the convoy. At this time, he was looking back through the window, and found that a huge truck head came towards him head-on.

"Abu Nai! (Danger!)" Rear Admiral Takeda shivered in the back of his head, and he shouted in horror.

The Ford driver was also shocked at this time, but the incident happened suddenly. He was too late to react. The naval officer could only hold the steering wheel with both hands and closed his eyes tightly.

"Sack sack! (Wait a minute!)" Lieutenant Fujiwara didn't give up at all. At the last moment, he yanked up the brake lever on the left leg while holding the steering wheel firmly, and tapped the throttle between his feet.

Just one second before the collision, the second lieutenant miraculously resumed control of the truck. The Hino truck turned sideways on the road, almost sliding forward a distance of seven or eight meters, then the head was deflected to the left, and then Rearranged the car body. Finally, in a harsh sound of braking, the Type 94 truck finally stopped its body under the horrifying gaze of witnesses.

Before waiting for Watanabe Watanabe on the front passenger seat to wipe off the cold sweat on his head, the soldiers exclaimed suddenly in the compartment behind him, and then Dazuo felt the whole body of the car suddenly, and there was a sound in his ear. The noise of metal impact and cracking of glass products.

The captain and the lieutenant looked at each other for a few seconds and then opened the doors on each side.

Quickly turned to the back of the truck, as Osa guessed, they encountered a rear-end collision accident, and at the same time, because the levels were too far apart, the scene at that time was terrible.

The accident was a 97-type three-wheeled motorcycle used by the Marine Corps to drive the road (called the 97-type sidecar for two-wheeled vehicles in Japan). I don’t know whether the driver was frightened by what happened just now, or the brakes. After the breakdown, Fujiwara did not find any signs of braking on the road, which means that the three-wheeled motorcycle did not slow down at all, and directly fell on the **** of the six-wheeled truck.

At this time, the motorcycle head and most of the body had been drilled under the steel frame of the site. The naval officer who was sitting in the side bucket was directly hit by the rear beam of the truck and his head was still stuck in the body and floor of the motorcycle driver. In between, the marine in the back seat hung upside down on the rear of the car, and blood bubbles spewed out of his mouth, which seemed to be hopeless. The blood of the driver and passengers flowed down the car body like a tap that was unscrewed, and quickly formed a pool of blood under the body.

Even though Watanabe has experienced dozens of **** battles, it is considered to have seen more dead people, but looking at the corpses in front of him, he still feels the acid in his throat is rising.

"Red deer! How exactly do you drive, the Army must bear all the responsibilities!" When the sound started, Watanabe realized that he had been surrounded by Marines.

"Hey, what are you talking about, Red Deer! This is the leader of the 120th Wing Infantry, Watanabe Watanabe, do you navy see the officer disrespectful?"

To say that the nerves of the army soldiers are indeed extremely tough. After the speeding and drifting performance in front, they soon recovered their spirits. Cao Chang, who was in the car, was full of loyal patrons, and he held the nine-fifth army knife. 'S scabbard, flew off the carriage.

"What about the captain of the coalition, the captain of the coalition must be reasonable, obviously your army's fault."

"Who does the red deer say?"

"Pighead! It's our people who are dead!"

"You can't let go of these bastards, you almost ran into the commander-in-chief just now!" The marines were immediately excited.

"Wait for the commander to come, and quickly inform the commander, everyone, surround them first, don't let these guys run away!" a navy lieutenant said.

"How do you say it? Your troops, duties! Report it immediately! Why don't you salute me!" Watanabe has been holding back the anger, which was immediately ignited.

"Shanghai Marine Special Marine Corps, No. 1 Squadron No. 1 Squadron Attachment, Navy Ensign Lieutenant Okamoto Eagle." No matter how disgusting the opponent is, the army's rules must be followed. Lieutenant Okamoto raised his hand and saluted Watanabe. In the naval military salute, the sailors could only follow the military salute to Watanabe when they saw the officers' movements.

Watanabe Osaru looked at the helpless look of the other party, his face could not help showing a proud expression. But before his smile faded, a dark object flew in from the crowd and directly hit the captain in the face.

ps: The first chapter is served, wait for the next chapter to start, the time will be later, probably after ten o'clock, bookworms who can't wait can read it tomorrow morning.

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