Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Quancheng Road, the 12th Army Headquarters of the North China Front Army.

Inside the operations meeting room on the third floor, the air was so heavy that you could almost squeeze water out of it.

Commander Tuqiao once stood in front of the window with his back to everyone, silently gazing at the two mountain defense lines in the northeast. The glass window reflected the old devil's sinister face and the drooping heads behind him, but no one dared to look him in the eye.

"Gentlemen," the Japanese lieutenant general finally spoke, his voice as low as a blunt knife scraping across bone, "how many reserve troops do we have?"

In the corner, a colonel suddenly stood up. Perhaps because he was too nervous, his voice was trembling slightly.

"Your Excellency, there are only two fully staffed battalions of regular troops left in the city. If we add in the military police and civilian personnel, we should be able to mobilize 3,400 people."

"By the way, some armed expatriates responded to the headquarters' call this morning."

"These hunters, ronin, and retired soldiers also have good combat capabilities. If used properly, they can also become a surprise force at a critical moment."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound coming from the window of the conference room, and even the clothes hanger next to it was shaken slightly.

The officers and staff standing on both sides of the long table straightened their backs instantly. Many of them even tightened their neck muscles, obviously anticipating the coming attack.

After a while, Tuqiao slowly turned around. The old devil's face was livid, and anyone could see that he was in a very bad mood.

As if he had made up his mind, the Japanese lieutenant general sighed and gave the order:

"Sad, really sad. The towering tree of the Imperial Japanese Army now has to rely on weeds for support. This is truly the tragedy of the current situation."

"Never mind, never mind. Pass on my order and have the 37th and 41st Infantry Battalions immediately rush to the second line of defense in the eastern suburbs. Before the friendly troops from Central China march north to Quancheng, the outer city and the city walls must not fall into enemy hands."

"As for those armed expatriates? Give them guns and send them directly to the front line."

Before Tuqiao could finish his words, there was a flurry of footsteps outside the operations meeting room. A communications staff officer was holding a telegram and started reporting the death before he even stepped into the room.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, Colonel Sano sent a farewell telegram from the Yanchishan position in the eastern suburbs."

"Read!"

After obtaining approval from his immediate superior, the communications officer quickly adjusted his breathing and emotions, followed by a long audio broadcast that sounded like an antique radio.

"The enemy's offensive is fierce, and our troops have run out of ammunition, with only a few survivors. Thank you, Commander, for your long-term guidance. We will face our last moments at Yanchi Mountain."

"Long live the Emperor! Our souls will forever protect the Empire."

As soon as these words came out, Tsuchihashi put on a mask of pain for the first time. Colonel Sano's death was not just a simple death of an outstanding junior from the same hometown on the battlefield.

His death announced the complete collapse of the two-mountain defense system on the eastern front, and also represented that the heavy howitzer regiment of the Eighth Route Army had completely covered the core positions of the Quancheng defenders.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

At the same time when the old Japanese soldier reached out to take the farewell telegram, another communications soldier with a sad face trotted to the door of the combat meeting room.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, Zhangzhuang has fallen, and the Eighth Route Army of Shandong Province has occupied the airport."

"The 8th Army of the North China Security Army surrendered en masse. Now, only the Imperial Army brought by General Okamura from Peking is left struggling on the western front."

"The garrison at the commercial port asked if you could send troops to support them. They are alone and I'm afraid they can't hold out for long."

The two pieces of bad news, one after the other, immediately made Tuqiao's CPU smoke. He analyzed for several minutes, but still couldn't understand why the Eighth Route Army of Shandong Province came up with a tactic of attacking with something.

It is obvious that we can capture Quancheng by concentrating our forces, so why divide them?
This is like taking off your pants to fart, what a waste of time.

After thinking hard for a long time, the old man finally ruled out many unrealistic possibilities. Based on the principle of "the remainder is the truth", he finally came to a shocking conclusion:

The Eighth Route Army on the Western Front was the main force in attacking Jinan.

After sorting out his thoughts, Tuqiao decisively changed the tasks of the 37th and 41st Infantry Battalions at once, and ordered the infantry of the two battalions to rush to the commercial port area to deploy defenses.

Considering that this battle to defend the city would most likely be a protracted war, he specially called the communications staff on standby and issued an order that seemed crazy but was very consistent with the style of the Japanese army.

"Connect me to the General Command and the Quancheng Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department. I want to implement the Cherry Blossom Withering Operation Plan in advance and release the biochemical virus to the Luxi area."

"As long as the 1875th Unit successfully spreads the latest experimental product, the offensive rhythm of the Eighth Route Army on the western front will definitely be affected."

"Hold on for another week and we'll see victory at the dawn!"

"Hi!"

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On Weiwu Road, the elite commandos from the 64st Marine Brigade, fully armed interstellar cans are ready for the assault.

In the middle of the main road, Zhang Dabiao pressed his body tightly against the concrete wall outside the 1875 headquarters. His breathing was steady and slow, as if the equipment on his body had no effect on his physical strength.

Soon, he and the soldiers who were responsible for reconnaissance counted the number of armed guards and confirmed that the Japanese had not arranged any secret sentries.

"Three o'clock, five sentries."

"Xizi, take your men to kill them quickly."

To be honest, the Japanese were not careless in only arranging five sentries.

At a time when the helicopter tactics of the 1st Marine Brigade had not yet been exposed and major forces around the world had never carried out similar operations, who would have thought that an elite team could sneak into the enemy camp fully armed and quietly?

In the inherent cognition of the Japanese, it is impossible for there to be a large-scale Eighth Route Army inside Quancheng.

As they are already short of manpower, they naturally will not pay too much attention to internal defense deployment.

"Roger that!"

One hundred and fifty meters away, on the roof of a thatched house, Xizi and several sharpshooters raised their sniper Mas-40 silently.

After several almost simultaneous slight "puff" sounds, the five Japanese soldiers on the watchtower fell down like puppets with their strings cut.

"Clear!"

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao made a gesture and led dozens of assault team members behind him and walked towards the main gate in a swaggering manner.

That's right, they walked through the main gate in broad daylight. This bold tactical arrangement is similar to the Missile Trio's driving a car to steal the Sidewinder, and Horn's stealing the Fox armored vehicle alone with a single clamp.

This incident is also recorded in Tongliao Ruthless People.

"Remember the order," Zhang Dabiao reminded the team members one last time before pushing open the door, "Destroy all biological weapons culture devices, eliminate resistance personnel, and obtain as much experimental data as possible. If there is a chance, consider capturing Major Jin Kubao alive."

With that said, the assault team split into two groups and infiltrated the main building complex.

Zhang Dabiao led the first group straight to the central experimental area, their boots making almost no sound in the corridor.

In fact, even if the 1875 troops had a few dogs, the comrades would not have been able to get away unhindered. But the vigilance of the devils was obviously far from that of the dogs.

"Everyone, please pay attention. We are about to enter the core area."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of Japanese conversation and cart wheels rolling from the front.

As the team leader, Zhang Dabiao quickly signaled to the team members to stay calm and not panic, and then took the initiative to meet them.

Soon, two Japanese doctors in white protective suits appeared from the corner, pushing a stretcher. On the stretcher lay a thin middle-aged man, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, his arms covered with festering wounds.

"The body temperature is 41 degrees, and the lymph glands are obviously swollen."

"Prepare for vivisection, and be sure to record the distribution of bacteria in the organs."

As they moved forward, the two demons in human skins chatted with each other as if no one was around, their voices as calm as those of an academic discussion.

As if he had noticed someone blocking his way, the higher-ranking Japanese soldier raised his head. He first looked at Zhang Dabiao's protective suit with interest, then pointed to the ten o'clock direction and said:
"It's only been fifteen minutes since Lieutenant General Tsuchihashi gave the order. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. It seems that the battle on the front line is really tense."

"The latest weapons are in the warehouse in the experimental area. You just need to take the soldiers to load them into the vehicle, and our people will be here soon."

"You must be new here, so you must handle it with care. If the virus is leaked, neither you nor I can bear the responsibility."

That’s right, the Japanese military doctor recognized the wrong person.

As the first chief of staff of the 1st Marine Brigade, Zhang Dabiao is not a berserker-like reckless man.

The main reason why he dared to go deep into the tiger's den in the dark was that his own brigade eavesdropped on the devil's communications and knew that a Japanese team was about to rush to the 1875 headquarters to cooperate in operations.

As for the fate of that team?
Of course, they were intercepted halfway by the troops led by Brigade Commander Li. With the existence of triple security lines, no one could disturb the commandos' actions.

"Hi!"

"Aligato, thank you for your reminder."

After speaking a few words in Japanese against their conscience, the assault team continued to move forward.

On both sides of the corridor in the core area are laboratories, and comrades can see the scenes inside through the glass windows.

In the first house on the left, a dying Central Army soldier was tied to a chair, his hands forced into ice water at minus thirty degrees Celsius.

In another laboratory, several Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks were releasing some kind of gas into a sealed cabin, and the people inside the cabin were scratching the glass frantically.

"Fuck these damn Japanese beasts!"

"Focus on the mission!" Zhang Dabiao forcibly suppressed the angry monk, even though his own anger was boiling because of the scene before him, "Don't forget why we are here. The laboratory in front of us is under the charge of Group 2. Let's go!"

Filled with rage, the assault team quickened their pace and continued forward, eventually arriving in front of a heavy metal door.

Looking at the Japanese sign on the door that read "Special Training Room - No Entry", a warrior who was a locksmith stepped forward and began to unlock it.

Half a minute later, the door opened. Even though they were mentally prepared, the scene behind the door still froze the battle-hardened paratroopers in their tracks.

This is a warehouse of more than 200 square meters. Hundreds of metal racks are neatly arranged in the room, and dozens of culture dishes are placed on each rack.

Under the dim green emergency lights, the assault team could clearly see colonies of various colors growing in the petri dishes: anthrax, plague, cholera, etc.

Detailed cultivation records and human experiment data are also posted on the wall.

"We've found the target," Zhang Dabiao whispered, "Heshang, Duan Peng, Huzi, prepare the flamethrowers. Everyone else, search the data room and take away any documents that look important."

At this moment, the alarm suddenly rang out in the core area of ​​the 1875th Unit, and Japanese shouts and running footsteps were heard in the distance.

"Damn it, we've been discovered after all. Get ready to fight!"

Soon, the Japanese guards rushed into the corridor. However, there were only a dozen infantrymen, so they could not disturb the actions of the assault team.

"Monk! Close the ventilation system to prevent the leakage of pollutants. Remember, we will give priority to burning flammable pollutants and strictly follow the guidance of the headquarters expert group!"

"Yes!"

After repeatedly checking the operation instructions, the three guards carrying individual flamethrowers took a step forward and pulled the trigger of the flamethrower.

Three fire dragons roared out and devoured the nearest culture rack.

The high temperature caused the glass petri dish to explode and the deadly bacteria turned to ashes in the flames.

"Go on! Burn them all!" Zhang Dabiao ordered, throwing a grenade at the door. The explosion was accompanied by the screams of the Japanese soldiers.

The three guards moved forward steadily, and the flamethrowers emitted terrible roars, turning each culture rack into a sea of ​​fire.

The high temperature distorted the air in the room, and sweat rolled down the faces of Wei, Duan and Li Erhu, but they never took a step back.

Just as the flames were purifying everything, several soldiers rushed out from the side door of the warehouse. They waved several documents sealed with the word "top secret" and said to Zhang Dabiao who was commanding the battle:

"We have made a major discovery in the data room!"

"The Japanese plan to use balloons and submarines to drop plague viruses on the west coast of the Ugly Country. And in Siberia, they have specially developed cold-resistant anthrax spores and Vibrio cholerae, and plan to use them to cut off the Siberian Railway."

"Although it's not nice to say this, Maozi and Ah Chou will definitely have to pay us to help. Chief of Staff, congratulations on your fortune!" (End of this chapter)