Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The four words "Congratulations and get rich" seemed to have triggered some mechanism.

Zhang Dabiao subconsciously shrank his neck and even broke out in a layer of cold sweat on the back of his back, as if his immediate superior and the brigade commander were approaching him from behind, one on each side, ready to give him a mixed doubles.

What kind of fight is that? Of course it means robbery!

But soon, Zhang Dabiao regained his composure.

He is now the chief of staff of the 386st Marine Brigade, not the commander of the st Battalion of the New nd Regiment of the th Brigade. He has long escaped the rules of telecommunications fraud. Why should he be afraid of wishing you good luck and prosperity?

After he came to his senses, he threw a grenade in the direction of the loudest gunfire, as if to vent his anger, and then raised his voice and asked:
"The Siberian Railway? Did I hear it right? Is there something wrong with the Japs' brains, or did the Germans pay them a lot of money to do this?"

"The Republic of China, Southeast Asia, and the Pacific battlefield, Japan is now fighting on three fronts. In this situation of severe shortage of troops, they took the initiative to provoke the bearded man. Wouldn't they be surrounded by enemies on all sides?"

"Confirm again, make sure there is no mistake in the translation or the authenticity of the document!"

The current Trans-Siberian Railway is the core channel for TG and Achou to transmit blood from the Far East to the Eastern Europe, and it is the lifeblood of Big Beard.

If the Japanese had released plague or anthrax at key nodes, it would indeed have led to the deaths of a large number of railway workers, and even accidents such as transport disruptions.

However, this act of poisoning, which has no benefit at all, is a high-cost violation of the neutrality treaty, killing one thousand enemies and injuring ten thousand of your own.

Given the bearded men's vengeful character, their Far Eastern Military Region will certainly mobilize its entire army to kill two birds with one stone by taking revenge and ensuring the safety of the railway transportation lines.

Fighting on four fronts, even the Germans in The Man in the High Castle couldn't do such a crazy thing.

It was precisely because he could not understand why the Japanese made a strategic decision that was detrimental to others and not beneficial to themselves that Zhang Dabiao asked his comrades to take the information and confirm it repeatedly.

"Report to the Chief of Staff! We have carefully translated it several times. This is indeed the Japanese's confidential documents. There are also the signatures of Ishii Shiro and Kinkubo on it."

"But its authenticity remains to be verified. After all, the specific location, time and planned steps of the virus release are not marked on it. It may be an empty promise."

"But it's not a big problem. We can just capture Jin Kubao and interrogate him for information. The old devil is in the building now, I'm sure he can give a reasonable explanation."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Dabiao immediately nodded in agreement, thinking that the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

Instead of wasting time and energy on your own thoughts, it is better to directly attack the source of the problem. This saves time, effort and worry, and the only thing wasted is the lives of the devils.

Today seemed to be a lucky day for the 1st Marine Brigade. Just as the comrades proposed a plan to capture Kinkubo alive, a report from the 2nd Assault Group came through the portable communicator.

"Chief of Staff, north exit!"

"I just saw a group of people in white coats fleeing toward the north gate, many of them carrying boxes of documents."

"The one in the middle protected by the guards is Jin Jiubao! Even the outfit of that old devil is exactly the same as the photo in the intelligence. He must be trying to break out with the evidence."

The sudden good news made Zhang Dabiao's heart rate soar. The last time he was so excited was when he was fighting hand-to-hand with the Bantian regiment in Cangyunling.

The founder of the 1875 Unit, a humanoid beast who has been doing evil in Lu Province for many years, is trying to escape. How can this be possible!

"Heshang, Duan Peng, Huzi, the three of you continue to destroy the enemy's biological weapons. You must be careful and make sure not to miss any of the viruses in this warehouse."

"Squad leader, your squad's mission is to guard the corridor and buy time for the monks!"

"Everyone else follow me, we can't let Kinkubo escape!"

After assigning the tasks in a few simple words, the assault team began to act separately.

Zhang Dabiao led a squad of soldiers to rush towards the location reported by Group 2. They rushed through corridors filled with smoke and gunfire, killing all the Japanese soldiers who tried to block their way along the way.

For indoor close-range combat (CQB), a submachine gun with a short body, large magazine capacity, fast rate of fire and low recoil is several times more powerful than the combination of a Type 38 rifle and a small amount of Type 99 rifle.

If the Japanese guards had not frequently launched suicide attacks, the comrades would have been able to kill their way through the entire core area of ​​the third floor in about five minutes.

When Zhang Dabiao and others broke through layers of obstacles and rushed to the north gate of the building, they just saw a group of Japanese military doctors in white coats squeezing into the bed of a truck.

At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing round-frame glasses kept looking back. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was the supreme commander of the 1875th Army.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Stop them, don't let Jin Kubao get away!"

As teammates who have fought side by side for several years, the soldiers of the assault team and their chief of staff have a tacit understanding, as if they share the same nerves.

Before the order was given, gunshots rang out.

The rain of bullets instantly tore the guards apart and turned the truck tires into honeycombs, instantly cutting off the hope of Unit 1875 to escape. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, most of the Japanese military doctors raised their hands.

Especially Kinkubo, the researcher who used to record data elegantly in the sterile room, now fell to his knees, his white coat covered in mud and blood.

One lens of his glasses was broken, and his trembling fingers were tightly grasping a stack of experimental records, as if this was his last amulet.

"Don't shoot, I surrender! I am valuable, I am different from ordinary army soldiers!"

"What I have in my hands is the data on anthrax and the method of cultivating plague. If you, the Eighth Route Army, need us, we can serve you!"

The behavior patterns of the 1875 troops were significantly different from those of the regular troops of the Japanese Army.

The special nature of the members determines that they will not choose to fight to the death like the front-line soldiers, but are more inclined to evade responsibility, destroy evidence or even surrender voluntarily.

In the original timeline, Unit 731 did not organize an effective defense, but instead blew up the experimental base and fled south.

Holding up the token of allegiance that he thought was useful, Kinkubo staggered out of the crowd.

However, the old devil did not completely give up struggling. While he was twisting and crawling, he also tried to kick several pages of paper with "vivisection" printed on them into the blood.

This kind of playful trick naturally did not escape the eyes of the soldiers of the 1st Marine Brigade.

Zhang Dabiao took a step forward and put the muzzle of the Mas-38 directly against Jin Jiubao's eyebrows.

Faced with the threat of death, this demon who had watched hundreds of people die coldly actually wet his pants.

His knees sank into the blood and urine, his forehead pressed hard against Zhang Dabiao's boots, and Japanese and Chinese mixed with saliva spurted out.

"Don't kill me! I can help you! I know a lot of secret plans, and I can help you defeat Ishii Shiro's evil ambitions!"

"To hell with the Emperor and the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere! Captured priestesses can help the ugly people sell war bonds. I, a scientist, am definitely more useful than a woman who can only dance!"

Jin Jiubao's ugly appearance left Zhang Dabiao speechless for a moment.

Considering the importance of this beast, he first forced himself to adjust his expression, and then pried open the other's teeth to check the legendary cyanide capsule.

As expected, this old devil really values ​​his life.

This "top student" of the Imperial University had already secretly spit out the medicine capsule. The honor that all officers should hold under their tongues was now stuck to the sole of his shoe and was trampled hard into the soil of Shandong Province.

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When the 1875th Army Headquarters learned that the th Unit had been completely wiped out, an hour had already passed.

"idiot!"

"Can you say that again!"

A loud shout shook the paper windows of the headquarters, and Tuqiao slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground. Porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and the scalding tea splashed onto the battle map.

The ink is smudged, like a defeated battle line.

A few seconds ago, the old Japanese was still sitting in the combat meeting room, concentrating all his energy on military affairs, and personally controlling the deployment of machine guns on the western suburbs of Quancheng.

But now, the staff officer actually told him that the headquarters of the 1875th Army had fallen?
Tuqiao's first reaction was not anger, but absurdity. Quancheng was the hinterland of the 12th Army, and there were many defenses here. How could the enemy infiltrate here like a ghost?
"Which unit? How many troops are there?!"

The old Japanese grabbed the staff officer by the collar, his voice hoarse with fear and anger.

"Your Excellency, the intelligence reported by the military police is limited, so I cannot answer your question at the moment. However, the Intelligence Division has already dispatched all its personnel, and I believe that the specific information will be delivered to me soon."

As soon as these words came out, Tuqiao felt his temples throbbing. He pushed the staff officer aside, strode towards the sword rack, and drew out his family heirloom samurai sword.

But just as the knife was unsheathed, a mortar shell exploded in the courtyard, and the blast shattered all the glass.

In the light of the fire, the Japanese lieutenant general, who was always known for his calmness, showed hesitation for the first time.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Outside the window, the sound of automatic weapons fire was getting closer and closer, and Tuqiao finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

This was not a conventional surprise attack, but a premeditated decapitation operation. The headquarters of the 12th Army had become the prey.

"Order the guards to hold on! Burn the confidential documents immediately! Quick! Quick!"

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to inform General Okamura and ask him to hurry up and move to Hebei Province! The general of the empire cannot die in battle, nor can he be captured by the enemy." (End of this chapter)