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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 87 Falcon in the Night Sky of Ice City (2)

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    Harbin Gendarmerie Commander Murakami Colonel is now very worried and in a hurry. As soon as night falls, violent incidents such as robbery, arson, and shooting of imperial army patrols occur all over the city of Harbin.

    Gunshots rang out from time to time on the street, and for a while there was an explosion, and for a while I saw flames shooting into the sky. Military vehicles with sharp sirens were driving crazily on the deserted streets, and the Japanese military police with live ammunition were busy rushing towards the accident.  Location rush.

    Several phones on his desk were ringing crazily. After a while, it was reported here that Ito Trading Company was attacked by unidentified armed men. The military police team that went to suppress it was attacked by a bomb midway. It was reported somewhere that several arms were scattered.  There was an unexplained explosion in the warehouse, and the lost weapons and equipment could not be counted. The logistics warehouse was burned by fire, and the summer clothes that the imperial soldiers were preparing to change into were burned to the ground.

    He grabbed the phone and before he finished speaking, the phone rang rapidly again. Murakami wished he had five mouths and ten hands, and sent out all the troops at his command, but there was still no sign that the situation could be clearly controlled.

    In the end, all the pseudo-police that he didn't trust at all were sent out. However, there were still calls for reinforcements from everywhere. He almost went crazy and called the guards in some important places that had not been attacked yet.  After receiving the call, you must stick to your post. No matter what happens, troops are not allowed to be transferred without his order. The gendarmerie is responsible for clearing out saboteurs, and everyone must fully cooperate with the gendarmerie's actions.

    Although Murakami was extremely busy, his mind could still remain clear. He instinctively felt that what happened tonight was not that simple. This was a premeditated, purposeful, and organized terrorist action against the Imperial Japanese Army.

    Only the Anti-Union Armed Forces can create such a big momentum. Thinking that tomorrow they will face a situation where all important departments of the Imperial Army have been destroyed beyond recognition, and the streets are full of corpses of Royal soldiers. If a few more Anti-Union members cannot be captured,  Saboteurs, the consequences will be serious.

    He couldn't help but shudder. The supreme commander's wolf-like fierce eyes appeared in his mind. Murakami subconsciously touched his belly. It must be painful to insert the samurai sword.

    Thinking of this, he grabbed a red phone and made a call to Colonel Kawada, the captain of the 24th Regiment stationed on the outskirts of the city, requesting reinforcements. This was something that the military police force could no longer do, although he was full of hope.  I'm not happy to make this call, but now I have no choice but to open my mouth and beg for help!

    On the phone, he was very polite, and this was the first time he was so polite. To be honest, he himself, including all the military police, looked down upon the soldiers of the ordinary infantry unit. They were all ruthless warriors who only knew how to fight and kill.  It is impossible to understand His Majesty the Emperor's true intentions.

    Colonel Kawada was very happy and promised to immediately send two brigades of soldiers into the city and put them under the unified command of Lord Murakami. He also felt honored that Lord Murakami could think of the 24th Regiment at a critical moment, and there was a hint of flattery in his words.

    Murakami became anxious when he heard this, and said repeatedly, "Kawada-kun, two brigades are not enough, at least three brigades are needed. You know, the urban area of ??Harbin is very large, and many anti-Japanese rebels have sneaked in. It is impossible to have less troops."  !¡±

    Colonel Kawada was very surprised when he heard this. The Commander of the Murakami Military Police was usually a proud guy. When he saw officers of the same rank, his eyelids would roll up. But now he was in a hurry. It was rare for him to beg for help so lowly.  Just give him face and make it easier for him. Besides, this guy has a strong background, so he might be able to use it that time.

    Kawada thought about it for a while and firmly stated that he would send four brigades of soldiers to reinforce. They are all soldiers of His Majesty the Emperor. How could they just sit back and ignore it? It seems that Kawada is not a rough man, he is petty and lively.

    Murakami put down the phone and felt a little more relaxed. He rubbed his groggy head and pondered a question that confused him. How did so many anti-Union elements sneak into Harbin, which was tightly guarded by the imperial army?  ?

    While he was thinking hard, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and a group of Japanese soldiers rushed in.

    The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and the group of soldiers poured directly into his office. The leader was a captain. Murakami saw the soldier's military uniform logo, which was a soldier of the infantry regiment. He was surprised. Kawada's  Subordinate, are you moving so fast?

    At the same time, he was very angry. They were really a bunch of guys who didn't understand the rules, a bunch of stupid farmers. Even if they came to help, they had to be more careful. Is the Japanese Military Police Headquarters a free market?

    He knew that most of the soldiers of the 24th Regiment came from the countryside of Sendai, and he didn't care where this place was.  You Colonel Kawada didn't dare to breathe when you saw me. I'm so well-behaved. How dare a little captain dare to be so presumptuous? I don't know if I won't give you a taste of the power. The commander of the military police?This is the Hall of the King of Hell.  I, Murakami, am Ghost Yasha.

    Colonel Murakami was very angry, and the consequences were serious. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Baga". While cursing, he also rolled up his arms and sleeves. This meant that he was giving the leading captain a few "mountain shores", and he didn't wait for the curse to come out smoothly.  As soon as he stood up, a white light came towards him, and a sharp arrow was stuck in his forehead, the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.

    In Murakami's last consciousness, he finally understood that these people disguised as Imperial Army soldiers were the anti-union elements who were wreaking havoc in the city. He wanted to shout, but he moved his lips a few times and fell on his desk, his face red.  Blood slowly flowed out.

    Qiuquan ordered the soldiers of the special operations team who followed him to immediately search Murakami's office and take away all documents and the like. The commander needed these things.

    Qiuquan led the members of the special operations team to launch attacks at predetermined targets. Before the action, they secretly controlled a Japs arsenal, drove out two cars, put on Japs costumes, and put guns, ammunition and  Several mortars were loaded onto the vehicle.

    After doing this, he ordered the plainclothes team members to start taking action. It was very lively now. There were gunshots everywhere in the city, and fires were lit everywhere. These team members had received special special operations training and were familiar with murder, arson, and burial.  He is a very skilled and professional terrorist, especially now that he is targeting the devils, so he has no psychological burden at all.

    The Japs who have lived in peace for too long can withstand such a torment. The city was in chaos at that time. No one knows how many saboteurs came in. Teams of Japs and pseudo-policemen were running around like headless flies, exhausted and exhausted.  Landmines and grenades came from unknown sources, blowing these guys up and down. The scattered Japanese were even more unlucky, with holes drilled into their foreheads by bullets fired from unknown sources.

    This gives Qiuquan and the others an advantage. What they want is chaos, the more chaotic the better. Kill the sporadic Japs immediately. The Japs in the team will make dumplings on the spot. Stop the car and clear the targets worth attacking.  Mortar shells and a burst of light and heavy machine guns set fire everywhere, smoke billowed, and buildings collapsed.

    The attack was almost over. Qiuquan took the soldiers and went directly to the Japanese Military Police Headquarters. The current Military Police Headquarters was extremely empty. Almost all the Japanese Military Police had been sent out by Murakami. They drove straight in. Several Japanese soldiers were at the door.  The sentry, before he could figure out what was going on, was shot down by a burst of arrows.

    Special operations team members are now more and more fond of cold weapons such as bows, arrows, crossbows, and daggers. They are very convenient for sneak attacks and assassinations. They are easier to carry than guns and are not as noisy as guns. In the words of some naughty soldiers  , love these gadgets!

    Seeing that the soldiers had almost completed the search, they ordered them to retreat with documents and other things. One of the soldiers bumped into someone unknown. A door suddenly appeared on the wall behind Murakami's desk. Qiuquan drew his gun in his hand and led several soldiers.  A soldier entered the door.

    It turned out to be a secret room. Qiuquan was delighted when he saw it. He knew that this old devil also had private goods. It was quite a large space, with guns and ammunition piled at one end. There was also a partition inside, and on the rosewood shelves, there were  There are many calligraphy and paintings, antiques, and Qiuquan knows the goods. He knows that these things are more valuable than gold. They must have been looted from the Chinese by this old devil. I don¡¯t know how many Chinese lives have been harmed and how many people have been harmed for these national treasures.  Innocent people lost their fortunes.

    Qiuquan immediately told the soldiers that they must be careful with these things, they are valuable!  Pack the boxes that need to be packed, pack everything that needs to be packed, and move it all to the car. Load more grenades and bullets, load those light machine guns, and move the rest to the yard.

    After working hard for a while, everything was packed. Qiuquan led the soldiers to the Army Hospital, where they met Tang Qiuli. Before leaving, he did not forget to bury the remaining ammunition in the building of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters.  I made a timed explosive device, and when the time came, I asked the Japanese headquarters to make a homemade airplane, and I couldn't even find my grave even if I cried!

    Went to the hotel to pick up Xiaoling. Xiaoling was anxious there!  The city was full of gunshots and flames, and Japanese police cars, blaring their shrill sirens, roared past on the streets from time to time. I wonder what Qiu Li and the others were doing?  It's so annoying.

    Seeing Qiuquan, he was overjoyed and got into the car.

    " Two cars filled with Japanese soldiers passed through the streets and alleys, and amidst the panic and gunfire, they quickly drove towards the Army Hospital!

    (To be continued)
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