Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 1958, I do not accept your surrender!

Chapter 1958, I do not accept your surrender!
"Be careful……"

"Be careful……"

The laborers were helped out of the water dungeon one by one.

Overall, the injuries weren't too serious. If they had been serious, the Japanese would have thrown him into a mass grave long ago.

The Japanese invaders would never pay for medical treatment for the laborers who paid for it. Sick laborers would be disposed of without mercy.

However, Zhang Yong noticed that all the laborers were marked.

He has a tattoo on his forehead. He also has tattoos on his hands.

This kind of tattoo cannot be washed off or covered up.

On the forehead and wrist, it is very conspicuous and can be seen by strangers at a glance.

If the laborers escaped and encountered the Japanese puppet regime, they would be immediately identified and arrested.

"These bastards!"

"Worse than an animal!"

Old Shen cursed angrily, gritting his teeth.

It turned out that there were many corpses inside the water dungeon. They must have been massacred by the Japanese invaders.

About one hundred laborers were rescued. Their injuries were not serious, but they were very weak due to severe shortages of food and drinking water.

Many of the rescued laborers seemed to be dreaming.

It took a while for him to gradually recover.

"what?"

Zhang Yong was suddenly somewhat surprised.

He spotted two familiar faces among the laborers.

They were all former sergeants from the 88th Division. I vaguely remember them.

He came to the two of them.

Even in their daze, the two sergeants recognized Zhang Yong.

"Commissioner..."

"Your Excellency..."

The two suddenly grabbed Zhang Yong's legs and burst into tears.

Amidst the dramatic ups and downs, their emotions completely collapsed.

I thought I was going to die here for the rest of my life. Unexpectedly, the commissioner suddenly appeared.

Just like in the Battle of Shanghai, we thought we were doomed to lose, and then the Commissioner arrived.

Zhang Yong: ...

I want to say something, but I don't know how.

No one knows when they were captured by the Japanese invaders. They have been imprisoned ever since.

It seems there are countless other Nationalist soldiers who share the same fate.

Some, with the most tragic fates, were even sent to the distant South Pacific, where they vanished without a trace.

The Battle of Wuhan was a disastrous defeat, and countless prisoners were taken prisoner.

With the fall of Nanchang, it's unknown how many more people were captured.

Cao Yiqi is one of them.

Ugh……

"Old Shen, provide them with food and water. But don't let them eat too much at once."

"They have tattoos, so they can't run around."

"Once outside, if they are discovered by the Japanese puppet regime, they may be killed on the spot."

"Organize them and incorporate them into your ranks. Fight alongside them for now."

Zhang Yong gave a brief instruction.

He has no shortage of soldiers or troops.

However, the Red Party is lacking.

These laborers, once they recover, will be excellent recruits.

Moreover, they all harbored intense hatred for the Japanese invaders. They didn't need any mobilization; they would roar with righteous indignation when the fighting began.

As for how to do ideological work, he didn't need to care.

That's one of the Red Party's specialties.

This will ensure that these laborers can become key fighting members on the Red Party's side in the future.

Zhang Yong had already discovered that a large proportion of these laborers were former Nationalist army prisoners of war. Moreover, they were all former elite Nationalist troops.

Some came from the 88th Division, the 87th Division, and the 36th Division. Others came from the Central Training Corps.

They definitely have the combat skills. What they lack is a more progressive mindset.

"it is good!"

Old Shen nodded. Then he made the arrangements.

Call those two sergeants from the 88th Division over too. Let them eat and drink first.

We'll make plans after we've replenished our energy.

Zhang Yong waved his hand and led Guo Qiyun and the others to continue the attack.

It was still dark. Four in the morning. The darkness before dawn. But soon it was light.

The moon seemed to sense that dawn was approaching, so it quietly retreated.

"boom……"

Continue using mortars to clear the way.

The radar map shows where the enemy is, and that's where the bombing will take place.

Even if it's just a single red dot, or a half-red dot, fire a few mortar shells at it.

Anyway, we have plenty of shells. We'll blow up everyone we can.

"boom……"

In the darkness, Japanese invaders and puppet troops were constantly being blown up.

They couldn't see where the attackers were at all. They could only fire randomly.

In the panic, they thought a massive army had arrived.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

Intermittent gunshots.

Bullets flew wildly in the darkness. Their whereabouts were unknown.

"Giggle..."

The Japanese invaders' Type 92 heavy machine guns were also firing wildly.

However, it posed no threat to Zhang Yong.

Because the range of a 60mm mortar is about 1500 meters.

His current firing range is about 1000 meters. At this distance, rifle bullets pose little threat.

Of course, this refers to normal concealment conditions.

If you foolishly step out and get hit by a stray bullet, you could die.

Adjust the mortar.

A Type 92 heavy machine gun aimed at the Japanese invaders.

"bang bang..."

"Boom boom..."

Two shells. Destroyed accurately.

Having radar maps has these advantages.

It allows for the accurate location of Japanese firing positions. Then, targets are taken one by one.

"bang bang..."

"Boom boom..."

They also destroyed a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Then came the Japanese grenade launchers...

Then came the Type 99 light machine gun...

Take them all out one by one.

Finally, the area where the red dots are clustered. Rapid fire. Artillery barrage.

"Boom boom..."

The shells kept coming. Fire was everywhere.

Soon, the number of red dots decreased rapidly. Only a few half-red dots remained.

Under repeated artillery bombardment, the Japanese resistance became extremely chaotic, and they were unable to organize an effective defensive line.

"on!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Guo Qiyun immediately led his team to charge forward.

He used to be listless, but now he's full of energy and vigor, like a dragon or a tiger.

Having a high-ranking official in charge makes things much easier.

Don't think about anything. Don't make any decisions. Just focus on fighting.

That's his forte! He's like a fish in water.

"Tattoo..."

The Thompson submachine gun can also be used freely.

If you run out of bullets, the commissioner can replenish them anytime, anywhere.

Unlike before, there's no need to be constantly mindful of conservation. The submachine gun's power can't be fully utilized.

"Da da da……"

The Flower Machine also opened fire with abandon.

There's no need to conserve bullets. The Commissioner has bullets.

"idiot……"

In the dawn light, a Japanese soldier jumped out.

He was a Japanese lieutenant. He was dazed and staggering from the bombing.

But his mind remained feverish; he brandished his sword and tried to charge forward.

"Da da da……"

"Tattoo..."

They were riddled with bullets on the spot.

Several magazines were emptied.

If weighed, the bullets on his body would probably weigh at least three pounds.

Zhang Yong, carrying a Garand semi-automatic rifle, advanced silently. Without a sound, he spotted a lone Japanese soldier moving about.

In the flames of the explosion, he noticed that this Japanese soldier was unusual.

He was wearing a large black robe.

They look like members of the Black Dragon Society.

According to intelligence, this coal mine is controlled by the Black Dragon Society.

Then there are also unclear and ambiguous relationships between Mitsui, Mitsubishi zaibatsu and the Black Dragon Society.

Of course, Zhang Yong didn't care about any of this.

All Japanese invaders must be eliminated.

If we could plunder some money, that would be even better.

The reason this Japanese soldier caught his attention was because he had a gold insignia on his body.

Is he planning to run away with the gold?

Ha ha.

dream!

"Oh!"

He raised his gun. He fired two shots in quick succession.

The Japanese soldier in the black robe died instantly. He fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

Zhang Yongcai was too lazy to capture them alive.

Even if you kill him, you can still plunder the gold bars on his body.

His corpse-looting skill has been upgraded to level 99.

past.

Squat down.

Looting the corpse.

Sure enough, he immediately touched the gold bar.

You can tell it's a large yellow croaker as soon as you pick it up. It's a very big bag.

I pulled them out. I casually weighed them in my hand. Without even opening the bundle, I knew there were fifteen.

it is good!
very good!
This trip was not in vain.

They're all mine. I'll put them into my personal space immediately.

Continue looting the corpse.

He touched the Citibank draft.

Huh?
Did the Japanese invaders even have Citibank banknotes?
This Black Dragon Society is indeed quite powerful!
Take it out immediately.

There are quite a few.

There are fifty of them. Each one is worth 500 silver dollars.

Hey!
developed.

Gold bars and silver notes...

Continue looting the corpse.

They found some more treasures.

I have a deposit certificate from Taisho Bank. 500,000 yen.

There's also a share certificate? I don't quite understand it. It seems like phantom stock, specifically for dividends.

These things are useless to Zhang Yong, given his status. However, they are useful to the Wakayama libertine.

Keep them all safe.

Continue looting the corpse.

Nothing of value was found after that.

Let it go.

Stand up and go back to the back.

Command the mortars to continue bombarding. Bomb wherever there are red dots.

"Boom boom..."

Basically, all the red dots and half-red dots were cleaned up.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

Another wave of Japanese invaders was wiped out. An area was cleared. Japanese and puppet troops in other areas dared not send reinforcements, even as dawn was breaking.

"Quick! Over here!"

"Go this way!"

A large number of laborers were rescued. There were as many as eight hundred people.

After regaining their freedom, many laborers immediately picked up the remaining weapons on the ground and joined the fight.

You can tell he's skilled without even looking. He's a veteran from the old army.

There were still many weapons and ammunition left on the ground. Basically, all the laborers were armed.

If the quantity is insufficient, Zhang Yong will naturally make arrangements.

In the chaos of the battlefield, who would notice where the weapons and ammunition came from?
They were all Japanese invaders by default. They were puppet troops.

"on!"

Those laborers were most familiar with the mining area. They quickly found food and other necessities, and then joined the battle.

No one backed down.

No one was absent.

Because they all knew very well that only by fighting could they survive.

Their foreheads and wrists were forcibly tattooed with special symbols by the Japanese invaders. These marks could not be erased.

If we fall into the hands of the Japanese puppet regime, death is the best outcome. The worst thing is to be unable to live and unable to die.

The brutal Japanese invaders will surely torture them in every way possible.

Just fight!

Only by eliminating the Japanese invaders!

That's the only way out!

and so……

Fight to the very end alongside the Commissioner!

Kill all the Japanese invaders!
Its daybreak.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

It's going to be another sunny day. Perfect for battle.

Continue the attack.

"boom……"

Artillery fire still cleared the way.

This time, Zhang Yong added an 81mm mortar to the lavish lunch.

With an increase in the number of combat personnel around them, the variety of weapons available for use naturally also increases.

"bang bang bang..."

Twelve 81mm mortars fired from a distance.

Its maximum range is 2800 meters. It can cover a very large area.

Many Japanese invaders and puppet troops were nearby and were within the range of the attack.

As shells continued to fall, chaos ensued in the mining area.

"Boom boom..."

The core mining area began to suffer severe damage.

The personnel, supplies, and equipment in the mining area were constantly being destroyed in the artillery fire.

Areas densely populated with Japanese troops and puppet troops were targeted by heavy artillery fire, resulting in significant casualties among both sides.

"quick!"

"Requesting urgent tactical guidance!"

"quick!"

The Japanese high command in the mining area began to feel fear.

The enemy's advance was fierce. It didn't seem like a typical harassment; it looked more like the main force of the Nationalist army had arrived.

Without outside reinforcements, the mining area would certainly be in danger.

If the mining area is captured...

"quick!"

"Send a telegram to Bengbu!"

"quick!"

The Japanese invaders frantically sent distress telegrams to Bengbu.

In their view, Bengbu is heavily fortified, and they can easily send a regiment to reinforce it.

A regiment? That's nothing.

It would be easy to mobilize even a brigade.

It's only 50 kilometers from Bengbu to the mining area. It's practically right on our doorstep!

however……

"idiot!"

"No movement allowed!"

"This is an enemy plot!"

"We absolutely cannot fall for that!"

Anami Korechika, who had just arrived in Bengbu by train, decisively gave the order.

Just kidding. Reinforcing the coal mines. Do you think I don't want Bengbu anymore?
Am I, the military commander, here to serve your mining area?
It's clearly a feint by the Nationalist army, a tactic to lure the enemy away from their base.

Their destination is Bengbu.

They wanted to weaken Bengbu's defenses.

Therefore, Anami Korechika made up his mind to concentrate all his efforts in Bengbu.

They completely ignored what happened elsewhere.

Even if the mining area is right next door, they will absolutely not send a single soldier to reinforce it.

His only mission was to defend Bengbu.

Otherwise, his time as military commander would truly be over.

From then on, there was no chance of reinstatement. He was very likely to be transferred to the reserves.

That's completely over.

"Sir, regarding the coal mine, the Black Dragon Society..."

"Baka! Ignore it! Don't reply! Pretend there was no SOS!"

"Tie!"

The chief of staff dared not speak again.

I completely understand how Anami Korechika is feeling right now. He's really frustrated!

The Battle of Luzhou resulted in the loss of so many troops. Replenishment couldn't be achieved quickly enough. How could they possibly attend to the coal mines?
Normally, we would definitely give the Black Dragon Society face. However, these are extraordinary times.

The Ninth Army itself was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—barely able to save itself.

Why should I care about you? Do you think I'm brainless?

They can ask anyone for help.

The mining area could ask the Nanjing Expeditionary Army Headquarters for help!
At this moment, the Nanjing Expeditionary Army Headquarters had neither a commander nor a chief of staff...

But what the heck!

I only care about myself. Let everyone else die.

"idiot!"

"Request help from the Nanjing Expeditionary Army Headquarters!"

"quick!"

Sure enough, the Japanese troops in the mining area became anxious when they didn't receive a reply from Bengbu.

If the Japanese troops in Bengbu were unwilling to send reinforcements, they would have no choice but to ask the Nanjing Expeditionary Army Headquarters for help and request them to put pressure on Anami Korechika.

However, they seem to have forgotten that the current headquarters of the expeditionary force has no decision-makers.

There was no commander. There was no chief of staff either.

The entire headquarters was basically just for show.

The result is……

There was no return call.

The telegram was sent, but it disappeared without a trace.

However, the artillery fire of the Chinese invaders was getting closer and closer.

"boom……"

More mortars were added to the battlefield.

The main reason is the increasing number of rescued laborers. There are already three to four thousand.

These laborers were very familiar with the mining area; once they picked up a gun, they could fight on their own. They threw the remaining Japanese and puppet troops into chaos.

They knew exactly where all the supplies were in the mining area.

"Clang!"

One by one, the warehouses were smashed open.

It contained all sorts of supplies stored by the Japanese invaders.

Aside from military supplies, most of the goods were food, including rice and flour.

Of course, most of it was coarse grains. It was rice bran, mixed with sawdust. It was specifically for the laborers.

In the mining area, food was divided into different grades.

The highest level consisted of members of the Japanese Black Dragon Society and members of the South Manchuria Railway Company.

The second layer consists of ordinary Japanese invaders.

The third layer consists of the Iron Stone Army from the puppet state of Manchukuo.

The fourth level consisted of ordinary overseers. They were also traitors, working for the Japanese invaders.

The lowest class were the laborers. They ate coarse food and wild vegetables.

Now that Zhang Yong has arrived, this rule has naturally been broken.

More and more laborers took up arms to fight, and the battlefield situation quickly reversed. A rapid advance soon began.

"Da da da……"

"Clap clap clap..."

Zhang Yong didn't need to give any orders. The laborers organized and directed themselves spontaneously.

Most of them were prisoners of war from the Nationalist army. They all possessed combat skills.

Now that we've regained our freedom and taken up arms, the first thing we must do is kill the Japanese invaders. To avenge ourselves. To avenge our comrades.

In the past two or three years, countless comrades have died at the hands of the Japanese invaders.

The stark white bones beyond the mass grave tell day and night of the countless crimes committed by the Japanese invaders. We dare not forget them in the slightest.

"kill!"

A furious act of revenge erupted amidst the sounds of gunfire.

All the Japanese invaders were killed.

All the puppet troops were also killed.

There were also Japanese technicians and traitors overseeing the work; not a single one was spared.

kill!

"What Iron Stone Army!"

"A bunch of trash!"

Zhang Yong sneered.

What Manchukuo? It was just a bunch of clowns.

They usually just bully unarmed civilians. But once the civilians pick up weapons, they're finished.

"Spare my life..."

Some of the puppet soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, weeping bitterly.

Of course, it was useless. They were stabbed to death with bayonets. Some were even stabbed more than a dozen times.

Or perhaps they were smashed into mincemeat by angry laborers with large iron hammers.

Some of the most heinous criminals were even chopped into pieces by angry laborers.

Remembering Yan Shuangying's words, this kind of person is beyond redemption. Traitor. National disgrace. Only death awaits.

Only by completely eliminating them can peace be restored to the world.

At noon, the battle continued...

The fighting continued in the afternoon...

"on!"

More and more laborers took up arms to fight.

At first, the entire mining area was filled with white dots representing armed personnel. The red dots and semi-red circles gradually decreased in number.

Zhang Yong: ...

Am I just imagining things?
Why does it seem like there are 20,000 to 30,000 people?
Wow, this snowball is rolling way too fast!

According to intelligence, the Huainan coal mine has 30,000 to 40,000 laborers.

If the battle ends and all of them are rescued, wouldn't there be 30,000 to 40,000 people?

sweat……

Never mind. I'll just focus on my work.

Everything else can wait until the Japanese invaders are completely wiped out.

"Boom boom..."

Continue to command the mortars to bombard relentlessly.

A tidal wave of white dots representing armed forces surrounded the remaining Japanese invaders and the half-red dots.

suddenly……

A glint in his eyes.