kvmb Chapter 155 No one can be left behind
Chapter 155 No one can be left behind
"Remember, there are over seventy people in total. Bring the roster from headquarters. No one can be missing. If one person is missing, there's no point in sending the rest. Do you understand me?"
Major General Nakamura specifically warned that if there were any missing people, the other side would find fault with them, and the deaths of more than 70 people would be in vain.
"Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, are you really going so far? Our Imperial Japanese Army..."
"Shut up and carry out the mission."
Captain Miyamoto said angrily, he looked like a big frog, but Major General Nakamura didn't give him a chance to speak, he just slammed the door and left. Everyone knows that this is a humiliating thing, do you need to howl here?
If you had the ability, you could strap a bomb to your body and charge at the police station at the train station. Do you have that ability? All you know is shouting at the headquarters. Is the headquarters in danger?
Captain Miyamoto closed his eyes helplessly, but opened them again after a few seconds. He immediately ran back to the gendarmerie and ordered more than 200 of his men to gather, and then take a car to the Tangzhou office. It would take more than an hour for them to get to the office, which was much faster than those coming from Peiping.
Japanese Embassy in Tangzhou.
Everything here was the same as before, and no escape had occurred. Except for the guards on duty, all the other members were still sleeping in the dormitory.
Normally, they should have gone to the streets to have fun at this time. These people were all from poor families in Japan, but after coming to Dragon Country, they suddenly found that they could live like landlords.
The kindhearted people showed their fangs here. If they had no money, they would go to the surrounding villages to raid and not pay after eating. Isn't this normal? If someone didn't agree, they would just beat them up.
The place they least wanted to stay was the military camp, because there were all kinds of rules here. Whenever they had time, they would go outside to bully the Chinese. Such days would be colorful. But for some reason, an order was issued this morning for them to stay in the military camp. Maybe there would be a special task today.
Although there were no rules in their daily life outside, they still had to obey the orders of their superiors. Those who were not on duty went back to the dormitory to sleep, and a few people played bridge, completely unaware of the danger that was coming.
"Everyone gather, Captain Miyamoto of the Military Police has arrived with his men, and we have a mission to cooperate with them."
Just when some people were still asleep, a Japanese soldier in the guard team shouted this sentence, "Captain Miyamoto of the gendarmerie" - he would not usually come here. This time the mission seemed to be quite big. Everyone quickly looked for their clothes and weapons. If they could catch Captain Miyamoto's eye, they would have a chance to be transferred to the gendarmerie, which would be much better than staying in this guard team.
In any army, if you serve as a military policeman, you can live a comfortable life.
Unfortunately, there are limited places in the gendarmerie, and these unconnected soldiers can only serve wherever they are assigned, and have no chance to choose at all. But if they want to take joint action, the gendarmerie will invite you to join if you demonstrate your ability.
All the soldiers held this mentality, standing straight as if they were being inspected by the Prime Minister, waiting for the arrival of Captain Miyamoto and his men.
After the car stopped, Captain Miyamoto nodded to everyone present, but there was a hint of worry in his expression. What kind of thing could make Captain Miyamoto so worried?
"Everyone, we are going to carry out a secret mission today. All members of the escort team must take off their uniforms immediately. I have brought Chinese clothes for you. I will give you five minutes to change into them. Do not carry any weapons except your own identification."
After Captain Miyamoto finished speaking, the truck was immediately opened, and it was filled with Chinese clothes, most of which were half-new and half-old.
The members of the escort team also knew what the mission was, which was to wear these clothes to carry out some secret missions and not let people know that we were Japanese. They had carried out such unethical missions before, so they had no doubts at this moment and hurried to pick out clothes. Those who ran fast could find some good ones.
Five minutes later, the guards changed their clothes and came out. If they didn't speak, they might be thought to be villagers from the surrounding village. Everyone straightened their backs and waited for Captain Miyamoto to give orders.
According to Captain Miyamoto's idea, they should all be beaten to death and a batch of corpses should be handed over to the railway station police station. This way, no other trouble will arise.
But the police station at the train station clearly stated that they wanted the person alive, not dead.
"Reporting to Captain Miyamoto, all members of the office security team have arrived."
Captain Yasuda of the escort team said, bending over.
Although we are both captains, he is the captain of the gendarmerie, and I am just a small captain of the guard team. As long as you have eyes and brains, you can see the difference between us.
"Disband first and wait for my notification. The informant hasn't sent any information yet. I will give you orders immediately after the information is sent, but no one is allowed to leave the playground."
Captain Miyamoto said this expressionlessly, and the people below dispersed, sitting in groups of three or four on the playground, speculating about the mission they were about to carry out.
Captain Miyamoto turned around and checked his watch. With fifteen minutes left, the train station police would probably be arriving. Captain Miyamoto signaled his men, who were holding Type 38 rifles and positioned themselves at the commanding heights. Two Type 99 light machine guns were mounted on the passenger side of their motorcycle sidecars. If these men dared to act recklessly, they would be at war with each other.
A soldier came running in from outside, but the guards present didn't pay attention. They didn't think there was any danger at the moment. Although their weapons were thrown in the house, they were surrounded by their colleagues from the gendarmerie. How could there be any danger?
These military police are really well-trained on guard duty. They are stationed on the surrounding commanding heights. This is the guard team of the Japanese office. Do you need to stay in combat readiness at all times?
Ok?
Something seems amiss. Why are they standing guard where we store our weapons? And their guns are pointed at us, intentionally or unintentionally. What's going on?