Chapter 1 A Hundred Meters

Director Pan Hannian and his group had only left the concession for less than a hundred meters, but it felt like they had entered a different world.

A hundred meters away, the concession was brightly lit, with bustling crowds and a scene of prosperity.

This place was dark and eerie, like hell!

Hearing these people mimicking the speech of bandits in storytelling, the director and his party were speechless.

They had heard that the concession at night had become much less safe these days because of the influx of too many refugees.

They had to be careful when walking at night.

Outside the concession, no one dared to walk at night at all.

If it weren't for the special forces company's business tonight, they wouldn't have ventured out of the concession.

As the saying goes, "Walk the night long enough, and you'll meet a ghost!" This was their first time leaving the concession and walking the night here! And they ran into robbers?

Chen Sichuan's stomach was cramping from laughter.

He said in a trembling voice, "We're very poor, we have nothing. We have nothing!"

From the shadows in the darkness, someone shouted, "Take off the watches on your hands, the suits on your bodies, and the leather shoes on your feet.

Take them off, and we'll spare your dog lives."

Among the six in the director's group, three had watches.

Writers in this era still had very decent incomes.

It seemed that these robbers had been watching them since they came out and had seen through their assets.

Obviously, these people were only focused on the valuable items and didn't really see through the true identities of this group.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have shown up to make a fool of themselves!

Feng Junya was a rough man and had no intention of teasing these robbers.

He always used his knife when he could.

Of course, now wasn't the time to use a knife.

So, he used a gun. He pulled out two pistols and started shooting.

Chen Sichuan had no choice but to follow suit and open fire.

Not far away, a squad secretly protecting them had already been quietly approaching since they first encountered trouble.

These soldiers had been planning to handle things discreetly outside the concession.

Seeing that the squad leader had already opened fire, which was both a signal and an order.

More than a dozen soldiers in the entire squad immediately started firing at the figures hiding in the darkness.

When Feng Junya was firing with both hands.

Some people drew out their broadswords and iron bars, trying to rush up and grab the guns.

In the area outside the concession, having a gun was not only a status symbol but also a sign of strength.

The people in front would brave the bullets, and the people behind would follow up to grab a gun and run.

Tomorrow, they would be the masters.

What these people miscalculated was that they didn't expect another group to come out of the darkness, madly using machine guns against them.

This wasn't a battlefield!

Was it necessary to use machine guns?

Did they think they were so great because they had machine guns?

As soon as they revealed their machine guns, wouldn't everyone scatter like birds and beasts?

There was no need to fire, what a waste!

These people, used to robbing at night, had no idea what kind of people they were dealing with.

Seeing the muzzle flashes and the continuous gunfire coming from the darkness, they immediately changed from rushing forward to turning around and fleeing backward.

The soldiers of the squad didn't care about these people scattering like birds and beasts; their machine guns kept firing at them.

If they weren't so close to the concession, Chen Sichuan would have ordered a charge.

The special forces company's fighting style: strike the drowning dog and don't let an enemy escape.

Not far away in the concession, the ordinary people heard the gunfire outside and were all grateful: it was fortunate that they were in the concession!

The mercenaries guarding the entrance to the concession were used to this:

Another gang fight tonight!

Since the war had raged on this continent, they had seen many times the mutual killings of those outside the concession.

Tonight was good: no one had crawled to the front of the concession checkpoint, covered in blood, begging the mercenaries to save them.

Or begging the people guarding the checkpoint to let them in.

Such people often breathed their last breath right in front of these mercenaries.

The director wasn't a weak scholar either. Seeing that the special forces soldiers were going to exterminate everyone.

He was somewhat moved, but he didn't show it. He wasn't familiar with this team yet and couldn't speak rashly.

Li Xian saw that the soldiers of the squad were still going to clean up the battlefield as if they were fighting the Japanese.

He finally spoke, "Don't clean up the battlefield! After all, they aren't Japanese devils."

Feng Junya said coldly, "These people are accomplices.

They only dare to attack ordinary people and the weak.

In terms of being hateful, they are no better than the Japanese devils."

Li Xian's profession was a journalist, so of course, he knew this kind of thing very well.

Chen Sichuan was straightforward and ordered loudly, "Fall back!"

More than a dozen soldiers of the squad quickly ran back.

The director and the five who came with him saw that these soldiers acted on orders and stopped on command.

Regular army! This was the real regular army!

This group continued to walk forward for a while.

A team suddenly emerged from the darkness in front of them.

This place was already several hundred meters away from the concession, and in the darkness, they could only see the approximate figures of people.

Li Xian introduced, "Director! This is Company Commander Lin Fan."

Then he introduced to Lin Fan, "Company Commander, this is the Director!"

The director reached out and shook Lin Fan's hand tightly, then put his other hand on top.

He said repeatedly, "I'm Pan Hannian, just call me Lao Pan.

Comrade Lin Fan, what you have done is very gratifying.

It has given the people of the whole country the determination to persevere in the war of resistance.

It has strengthened the strong confidence of the people of the whole country to win the war of resistance.

I have heard of your deeds for a long time and have always wanted to meet you.

I didn't expect to finally meet you today."

Lin Fan knew the director's later identity. This was his first time witnessing the demeanor of the older generation.

Lin Fan grasped the director's hands with both hands, "The motherland is our mother, as children of the motherland.

It is right to do some things for the mother.

It's just that one person's ability is limited, and strength is limited.

What we have done is not enough, and we will continue to work hard next.

Although the current situation is unfavorable to us,

But as long as we unite and move towards the same goal.

Our cause will surely succeed.

The Japanese devils will surely be driven away, and our ideals will surely be realized."

The director released Lin Fan's hand, and Lin Fan introduced the people of the entire special forces company for the director and his group of six to get to know.

The director shook hands with every soldier who was a warrior fighting against Japan.

Only then did he say, "We have a way to enter the concession, let's send the weapons in first.

Follow me!"

The director led the special forces company back, not heading directly towards the concession.

This time, whether it was because their team was large or because the firefight had scared away those lurking in the darkness.

Along the way, no one dared to come and covet them in the darkness anymore.

Lin Fan immediately understood when he saw the few small boats in the river.

This was entering the sewers through small boats: indeed, they had thought it through carefully.

Not only would the weapons and equipment not get damp by going in this way, but it would also be much easier for people to walk.

There were a total of nine small boats, and the first trip sent fifty soldiers and many supplies in.

An hour later, the small boats returned again.

This time, Lin Fan said, "Send the supplies first, people can go with the boats."

Director Pan Hannian also understood that the special forces company was carrying too many supplies.

At the current rate, it would take at least three trips to get all the people and things in.

After thinking for a moment, he suggested, "Only send the weapons and ammunition through the sewers.

The remaining gas masks, biscuits, and canned food should still be placed on the backs of mules and horses.

Go directly into the concession."

If arranged this way, they could get all the people and supplies in with two trips.

Lin Fan nodded and ordered, "Squad Seven and the Direct Unit follow me and enter the concession with the mule and horse team.

Company Commander Li, you lead the remaining soldiers and wade through the water to carry some equipment in.

This time, take all the weapons and ammunition."

After the order was issued, the soldiers of the special forces company immediately acted.

Director Pan waited until all the weapons and ammunition were loaded onto the small boats.

Only then did he see that there were many soldiers in the shadows, and at this time they ran over from all directions.

Quickly joining the ranks of the retreat.

Seeing that Director Pan was a little surprised, Lin Fan explained with a smile, "These are our sentries."

In a moment of愣神, Director Pan suddenly realized that Squad Seven and the Direct Unit, which Lin Fan had just mentioned, clearly had more than a dozen people.

In such a short while, there were obviously several fewer.

Lin Fan explained, "They are walking ahead to scout.

We are in enemy territory, so we must be careful everywhere."

Now the entire special forces company only had more than thirty people left, driving the mule and horse team towards the concession.

These mules and horses were carrying a lot of supplies on their backs.

When they passed through the checkpoint, although they were checked to some extent.

The guards did not find any contraband in these goods.

After uniformly collecting a gold bar for the short guns and ten or so bullets that these thirty or so people were carrying.

With a wave of his hand, he let them go!

Entering the concession, Lin Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He said in a low voice to Director Pan, "We came from Jiangwan Airport.

If someone with ulterior motives investigates, it is possible to trace our whereabouts.

This mule and horse team, and the supplies on their backs.

We only need to leave one hundred and thirty-odd gas masks and a small amount of canned meat.

The rest will be handed over to the organization to deal with.

Including these mules and horses, the Japanese airport has been attacked continuously, and they will definitely go crazy."

Director Pan looked at Lin Fan up and down, "Company Commander Lin! Did you hear something?"

Lin Fan said strangely, "Since returning to China, I have been concentrating on fighting the Japanese, and I don't know much about outside information.

Especially these days, I have been running around every day, and I haven't even seen the newspaper.

Director Pan, why do you say that?"

Director Pan Hannian said with a smile, "We urgently need a batch of gas masks.

This kind of thing is not only expensive but also difficult to buy.

I just mentioned it to Mr. Du a few days ago:

Our army entered northern Shanxi and fought fiercely for months, already inflicting heavy damage on the Japanese invaders.

Now, "due to funding constraints, anti-gas equipment is lacking."

"We hope that our compatriots in the rear will donate."

Mr. Du is a member of the presidium and director of the fundraising committee of the Shanghai Anti-Japanese Support Association.

They have already convened a meeting to discuss and decided to donate 1,000 gas masks newly imported from the Netherlands to our army.

Now you have sent us such a large batch of gas masks.

It's like sending charcoal in the snow!"

Lin Fan knew the difficulties of our army in the anti-Japanese war in northern Shanxi, he thought for a moment, "What else is lacking in the anti-Japanese war in northern Shanxi?

Can weapons and equipment be sent over?"

Director Pan nodded with a smile, "As long as it's not tanks and heavy artillery that require tractors, we can send them over.

In fact, tanks can also be sent.

It's just that we don't have oil, so even if we have tanks, we can't use them."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "I'm relieved. We do have a batch of weapons and ammunition.

The amount is not large, enough to arm a division.

If Director Pan doesn't think it's too much, I'll hand over the things to you."

Pan Hannian had also led troops and fought in battles.

He looked at Lin Fan suspiciously: This person is a bit interesting!

Which commander of the troops fighting in the rear doesn't treat the captured weapons as treasures?

They would rather not use them all up themselves than share them.

With weapons, it's easier to recruit people. The more weapons you have, the more you can expand your forces, and the greater your strength will be.

With more subordinates, your voice will be louder!

According to Lin Fan's statement: enough weapons and equipment to arm a division.

Lin Fan could completely recruit troops himself and immediately become a full-fledged division commander.

At this time, a full-strength division could be reported as an army.

Director Pan said with a wry smile, "Company Commander Lin, you have so many weapons in your hands, aren't you considering expanding your team?"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Our team is temporarily unable to confront the Japanese devils head-on on the battlefield.

If the team suddenly expands, the combat effectiveness will decrease, and it will become a target for the Japanese devils again.

Except for my title sounding better, it's of no benefit to the war of resistance.

It's better to send these weapons to northwestern Shanxi, where the conditions are harsh, and they can be used."

Director Pan Hannian said gratefully, "Comrade Lin Fan! I thank you on behalf of the organization.

It's just that you have sent all the weapons away, what if you need to replace or repair weapons?"

Lin Fan smiled, "It's okay! Whatever we lack, we'll ask the Japanese devils for it.

The Japanese devils are our transportation captains!"

Director Pan admired him in his heart: Look, this is their confidence.

Ask the Japanese devils for what they lack!

This is the temperament that the war of resistance should have!

Lin Fan continued, "I will also sort out the weapons we brought in today.

I'll give you all the excess to deal with."

Director Pan said, "Aren't you planning to use these supplies to open a business?

If you send everything out all at once,

How will the business open?"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Then I can only trouble Director Pan.

The business still has to open, as a disguise to facilitate our entry into the concession at any time.

As for the business matters, please ask Director Pan to find someone to do it.

It doesn't matter whether we make money or not, it must be normal and ordinary.

Don't attract attention."

After Lin Fan said his requirements, he suddenly remembered: Director Pan is professional in these matters.

He, an amateur, was giving pointers to a professional.

Wasn't that too shameless!

Lin Fan said embarrassedly, "I'm okay with frontal combat, but I'm too amateurish to do these things.

I'll leave everything to Director Pan. As for the funds, Li Xian has them there.

We need to keep those funds to purchase some equipment and make a batch of equipment.

Therefore, we can't hand them over to the organization.

But I just learned that the organization is recently short of funds.

It just so happens that someone owes me more than a million, and after I collect some interest,

I'll hand it over to the organization as the special forces company's organizational dues."

Director Pan thought of the more than one hundred watches that Li Xian and the others had lost.

After thinking about it, Director Pan decided to tell the good intentions of Zhang Xiaolin.

Director Pan organized his words, "Company Commander Lin, did you lose a batch of watches yesterday?"

Lin Fan smiled and said confidently, "Let them be happy for a day."

Director Pan continued, "That matter was done by Zhang Xiaolin, the Tri-Color Tycoon on the Shanghai Bund.

The watches are now in Zhang Xiaolin's hands.

I don't know through what means he found out that the goods were bought by my introducer.

Yesterday afternoon, he sent a message:

Let me introduce the original buyer to buy it again at the original price.

This time, he guarantees that no one in Shanghai will dare to make any ideas about the goods."

Lin Fan said excitedly, "That's great! That's great!"

He was still thinking in his heart, whether the goods had reached Zhang Xiaolin's hands or not.

The special forces company would settle the account with him.

Now that the goods were in Zhang Xiaolin's hands, it wouldn't be wrong for him to ask for the goods again.

Since he wanted to let himself buy them back at the original price, then he would also let him pay three times the compensation for the robbery!

Learn about the Consumer Protection Law!

Director Pan didn't know what Lin Fan was thinking, and through the dim light of the concession streetlights, he could see that this Company Commander Lin was really happy.

Lin Fan noticed his gaze and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about this matter.

Just tell him that you are not familiar with the buyer either, it was a transaction where you skimmed off the top.

You can't contact the buyer, I'll handle this matter well.

In addition, there is one thing I would like to ask Director Pan to do:

Help us investigate how many Japanese banks there are in Shanghai.

The location of their vaults!

Also, where are the supplies that the Japanese army looted in this battle?"

Director Pan immediately understood: The special forces company must have set their sights on the banks opened by the Japanese and the supplies looted by the Japanese army.

These were things he had never even thought of.

Director Pan nodded, "I will have people do it."

After a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Is doing these investigations useful for the war of resistance?"

Lin Fan organized his words, "War is not just the gunfire on the battlefield and the soldiers' charge.

In fact, war is about logistics, will, and the national economy.

Japan's domestic economy is already on the verge of collapse.

In this war, although they have gained an advantage in frontal combat, their domestic situation is actually quite difficult.

If we can make the world's economic crisis appear again, the Japanese devils will immediately withdraw their troops.

This time, the Japanese devils want to transfer their domestic contradictions to our country and nation.

Just like the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, they want to use war to save their domestic economy.

Therefore, as long as we persist, if we just drag it out like this, we can also drag down the Japanese devils.

These days, the Japanese devils have looted a lot of wealth from our country, and they will transport these supplies back to their country.

To exchange for guns and cannons, and then use them to attack us.

If we can stop a batch, they will have fewer guns and cannons to exchange for.

As for their banks on the Shanghai Bund, no matter what happens here.

Japan will try to transfuse blood to protect these banks.

Because this is the facade they show to those creditor countries.

If their banks in Shanghai go bankrupt and close down.

If they go bankrupt today, the Japanese devils will only be able to withdraw their troops tomorrow.

Because the countries and enterprises that sell oil, arms, and steel behind them will immediately force them to repay the money.

And they will also transport away the supplies sent to Japan.

War is the continuation of economics!"

"War is the continuation of economics! War is about logistics! War is about economics!" Director Pan Hannian kept repeating these words.

These words seemed to make a lot of sense, but he still didn't understand them.

It was clearly just a battle, how did it become linked to money?

Although he didn't understand the reasoning behind it, it didn't prevent Director Pan from memorizing these words firmly.

He could feel that the reasoning in these words was very profound and he didn't understand it.

There were many smart people in the organization, and someone would always understand.

When Lin Fan and the others were walking in the concession.

Kazuo Takahashi, the lieutenant colonel of Jiangwan Airport, finally gave up on saving the airport.

Whether it was the burning planes on the runway or the oil drums and tankers that were constantly exploding and burning, there was no need to continue rescuing them.

His current energy was mainly focused on saving the soldiers who were injured while rescuing these things.

As for the many soldiers who had been burned to carbon, there was no need to rescue them.

Even for the soldiers who were particularly badly burned, in order to alleviate their pain.

Lieutenant Colonel Kazuo Takahashi also made a difficult choice: let them rest in peace!

A long time passed, and the hateful attackers finally ran away.

Or maybe they were eliminated by the carrier-based guns and planes of the carrier fleet on the Huangpu River.

The bombing by the carrier fleet and planes also ended.

The surviving soldiers of the Akagi carrier fleet's land team were divided into two parts.

One part stayed inside the airport to rescue the soldiers who could still be rescued.

A part of the naval infantrymen were sent out to search for the two marine battalions that were sent out in the first batch.

And also those places that had been bombed, to see if there were any traces left by the attackers.

Captain Riharu Katayama of the Akagi carrier fleet's naval infantry was ordered to lead more than a hundred people out of the airport.

Holding torches, they advanced less than a hundred meters and found the Japanese devils lying on the road.

These standing Japanese devils, looking at the corpses on the road, several people were so frightened that they dropped the torches in their hands.

They had never imagined this kind of scene.

The corpses on the ground were piled up, one after another.

The road was a bloody mess, blood flowing everywhere, and the uneven road was filled with blood in those small depressions.

Captain Riharu Katayama crouched down and carefully examined the corpse in front of him.

This was Arai Takuma from Okayama, a very lively young man.

He usually liked to find people to compete in swordsmanship, because this young man's ancestors had always been samurai, and he was proud of it.

He often said: I want to kill ten thousand people, first achieve ten thousand kills on the battlefield.

And then after returning to the country, I will concentrate on cultivation, and I must become the number one swordsman of our time.

Now Arai Takuma's eyes were wide open, with an expression of not being able to rest in peace.