Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside the British concession, Yamamoto Ichiro, the head of the Japanese Special Higher Police, was pacing back and forth in his office.

He had received word that a mysterious force, equipped with extremely advanced weaponry, had entered the British concession.

Lu Yongxiang's troops retreated without a fight, the consulate was raided, and the chamber of commerce was also shut down.

He is now the highest-ranking Japanese official in Shanghai, and he has no choice but to retreat.

"Section Chief, they're here!"

One of his underlings rushed in, his face deathly pale.

As Yamamoto Ichiro watched the steel torrent approach, the tank tracks rumbling over the asphalt, the earth trembling.

The soldiers, guns at the ready, marched in perfect unison, their spirits soaring, their minds racing, trembling with anticipation. The empire, however, was far from equipped with such weaponry.

Where did China get so many new weapons?

Could it be that Lao Chou was supporting Lao Jiang?

"Go and summon all the consuls from various countries."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I don't believe he'd dare make a move in the British Concession. Does he dare offend the hawks, the Ugly, the French, and the Germans?"

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran.

Yamamoto Ichiro straightened his military uniform and walked to the door to wait.

The tank smashed through all obstacles.

The iron gate collapsed with a crash, smashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The soldiers filed in, quickly taking over all the intersections and controlling key areas.

Yamamoto Ichiro stood in the middle of the street, with dozens of fully armed Japanese soldiers behind him and a dozen or so foreigners standing beside him.

Apart from the British consul who initially made way, the consuls from the United States, France, Italy, and Germany also arrived.

Yamamoto Ichiro stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, looking confident. But when he saw Lin Tian get out of the command vehicle, he was stunned.

He had heard that the commander was a child and thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true.

"You're the commander of this unit?" His voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Lin Tian calmly replied, "Yes."

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed. "Do you know where this is? This is the British Concession. Do you know who I am? I am Yamamoto Ichiro, the head of the Special Higher Police Section of the Imperial Japanese Empire."

He paused, then took a step forward. "You wouldn't dare kill me. If you do, you'll be taken to an international court."

This is the British Concession. I advise you to be sensible and leave now, taking your troops and getting out of Shanghai. Otherwise, my humble empire will not let you off the hook.

Lin Tian looked at him without saying a word.

Yamamoto Ichiro thought he was scared, and his smile deepened.

"Kid, this isn't a place for playing house. Go back to your mother's breastfeeding room for a few more years—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tian pulled out a golden pistol from his pocket. It was so bright and shiny that it gleamed in the morning light.

The gun was pointed at Yamamoto Ichiro's forehead, and the cold metallic glint froze Yamamoto Ichiro's smile.

"You...you dare..."

"You dare not?"

A smile slowly crept onto Lin Tian's lips.

Yamamoto Ichiro swallowed hard, forcing himself to say, "Go ahead and shoot if you dare. Don't want to go to the International Criminal Court—"

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

Yamamoto Ichiro's head exploded, splattering blood and brain matter all over the ground. His body swayed for a moment before falling straight down.

The Japanese soldiers around were stunned, the foreigners were stunned, and the passersby who came to watch the spectacle were also stunned.

The scene was deathly silent, with only the echoes of gunshots still reverberating in the air.

Lin Tian blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and said coldly, "Noisy."

Turning to look at the soldiers who were still in a daze, his voice turned cold: "What are you standing there for? Kill them all, you little bastards, kill them all, leave no one alive."

The soldiers charged into the British concession like tigers descending a mountain.

The Japanese soldiers finally realized what was happening and raised their guns to return fire, but it was too late.

The tank's cannon was aimed at them, and the machine gun spat out fire.

Bullets rained down like a storm, striking the Japanese soldiers in their khaki uniforms.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams filled the air.

Someone tried to run, but was caught by bullets and fell to the ground.

Some people knelt down to surrender, but the soldiers ignored them and sent them on their way with a burst of bullets.

An American police officer stepped forward to stop them, pointing his baton at the soldier: "This is a British concession, you can't—"

A shot rang out.

He clutched his chest and collapsed.

"Protecting those who live in poverty is treason."

Lin Tian's voice was cold, "Traitors, kill them without mercy."

Police officers and soldiers from other countries who witnessed this scene quickly stepped aside, fearing they might be implicated in the incident.

No one dared to step forward to stop them anymore.

The tanks continued forward, their tracks crushing the streets and the Japanese soldiers lying in pools of blood.

The machine guns of the 04A infantry fighting vehicle continuously spat out fire, and bullets swept across Japanese trading companies, residences, and clubs.

The glass was broken, there were bullet holes in the wall, and the door was smashed.

The soldiers stormed into every building, searching every corner.

Shoot down any Japanese soldiers.

Someone jumped out of the window, broke their leg, and lay on the ground screaming and begging for mercy.

Without hesitation, the soldiers shot him dead.

Someone was hiding in a closet, dragged out, and executed by firing squad.

A Japanese woman knelt on the ground, holding her child, crying and begging for mercy.

The baby was still in swaddling clothes, crying loudly.

The soldier hesitated, put down his gun, and asked Lin Tian what to do.

Lin Tian walked over, looked down at the woman, and looked at the child in her arms.

Where is your husband?

The woman's Chinese was broken: "He...he works at the consulate...please, please let us go, the child is innocent..."

The woman's face was deathly pale, and her hands, holding the child, were trembling. "I will take the child and leave Shanghai, go back to the island nation, and never come back."

Are the children innocent?

Lin Tian felt like he had heard a huge joke. Your child is innocent, but what about the children who died in China?

Do they deserve to die?

"Bang bang!!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the woman and her child deliberately bumped into Lin Tian's bullets.

The sun rose higher and higher, its rays falling on the blood-stained streets.

The battle lasted for more than an hour before it ended.

The Japanese in the British concession were completely wiped out, not a single one was left.

The bodies were piled up, doused with gasoline, and set on fire.

Flames shot into the sky, and black smoke obscured half the sky.

Richard, the British consul, stood at a distance, looking at the pile of burning corpses, his face pale and trembling.

"Madmen...a bunch of madmen..."

The U.S. consul patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in English.

I can't hear it clearly, and I don't need to hear it clearly.

Lin Tian stood before the burning flames, watching the corpses gradually turn to ashes, his face expressionless and his eyes calm.

"Brigade Commander Chen."

"exist."

"Let the brothers retreat. Leave the aftermath to the police station. Remember to scatter their ashes into the sea to feed the fish."

"Yes."

The soldiers returned to their units and boarded their tanks.

The tank started and turned around to leave.

The convoy drove out of the British concession in a grand procession, leaving behind streets scarred and littered with spent shell casings.

Richard watched the tanks disappear into the distance, muttering to himself, "God... what kind of demon have you sent?"

No one could answer him.

Looking at the rows of opium dens, gambling dens, brothels... Lin Tian directly gave the order:

"Kill the entire family of the opium dealer, the brothel madam and her manager's entire family, and all those involved in the gambling dens and their gamblers..."

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