Chapter 5: The Smoke of the Beacon (Part 2)

"I can't get out of the city." The jump was too big between the previous and next sentences. Akiyama Yoshio couldn't keep up with his thoughts for a while, he was stunned and hesitant to repeat.

"Even people like Baolige are forced by you." Shiro Shirakawa glared at the other party fiercely and had to explain in a low voice. Halfway through the words, a red light suddenly lit up outside the window. Then, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and a series of explosions like thunder shattered the glass window.

"Be careful." Shirakawa Shiro pulled Akiyama Yoshio to the bottom of his desk immediately and shouted loudly, "Squatting here and not moving, beware that an assassin takes the opportunity to fire a cold gun."

Without his advice, Akiyama Yoshio dared not poke his body out of the table. The explosion outside was too violent, shaking the ground up and down like waves. At this time, the body was exposed outside the table. Even if he did not die from the assassin's black gun, he was stabbed by splattered shrapnel or glass slag, he would probably end up with five steps of blood flowing.

After a quarter of an hour, the explosion outside subsided, Shiro Shirakawa and Yoshio Akiyama supported each other and came out from under the desk, wanting to cry without tears.

Both of them are old corpses. Without looking, you know that the explosion outside was definitely not from artillery attacks. Blackrock City and its surrounding forces, including the Japanese themselves, could not afford to consume so many shells. There was only one possibility for such a violent explosion, that is, the arms transported by the Kwantung Army from Manchuria were all ordered. The Akiyama Brigade will not only save Kawata Kantaki, but whether it can protect the county town from being compromised is directly suspense.

"Report." A blood-covered Japanese lieutenant broke in from outside surrounded by the guards and was furious. "Report the chief, the ammunition depot, the ammunition depot was blown up, it was the Chinese, the Chinese, they."

"Stop talking, let's talk about the key points." Yoshio Akiyama picked up the neck of the lieutenant's neck and stared at the red eyes. "Where is the armored transport vehicle of the Second Battalion? Is the armored transport vehicle still there? I have ordered them to carry ammunition for a week before."

"Ho Hoho" The person who reported the news was so slammed that he couldn't breathe and struggled desperately. At the critical moment, Shirakawa Shiro was calm and slapped Akiyama Yoshio from behind, and then loudly reminded him, "Let go and let Lieutenant Sakai speak. It's already like this. You can't change anything even if you strangle him to death."

"Uh,,." ​​Yoshio Akiyama was photographed and rushed forward with two steps, letting his fingers go, and his blue-gray face was particularly hideous by the fire outside. "Say, is the transport truck still there? What did you wastes do just now? They actually made the Chinese rush into the arsenal."

"The transport truck was blown over, but the arms inside did not explode." The reporter Gaoming Sakai covered his throat with one hand and gasped. "But, but several cars were not full. Among the Chinese who were pulled to be coolies, there were two spies from the Eighth Route Army. They were tied with grenades around their waists, and secretly pulled the firestring while they were moving into the warehouse to move things."

The corpse was gone, and there was no trace of flesh and blood in the explosion scene of dozens of tons of arms. Although I was used to life and death, Yoshio Akiyama was also shocked by the determination of the Eighth Route Spy and gasped, staring with scarlet eyes wide open, with disbelief on his face, "You, what you said is true, it was really done by the Eighth Route Spy! No, it's not you, you are accidentally careful."

"No, no." Sakai Takamyang was startled, raised his hand, and defended himself with a crying voice. "My subordinates can swear, it can swear that it was not our own carelessness. The lieutenant of the grassland and grassland was standing at the door of the arsenal at that time and was blown into pieces on the spot. The entire team guarding the arsenal, including myself, survived four people."

"Baga,,." Akiyama Yoshio continued to gasp in his air, still refusing to believe that it was the Chinese spy who launched a suicide bombing on the arsenal. Shiro Shirakawa had much more experience than him. He raised his hand, grabbed his shoulder, and said hurriedly: "Now is not the time to entangle the details. Hurry up and go out with me, block the scene, and appease the soldiers, so as not to cause greater riots."

"Hiyi, Shirakawa Jun reminded me." Akiyama Yoshio bowed like a puppet, followed Shirakawa Shiro, quickly walked out, and still repeated, "How did the spies from the 8th Route Army, how did the spies from the 8th Route Army come into the city, how did they?"

"It's not a spy from the Eighth Route Army. If the report of Second Lieutenant Sakai just now was true, he should be an agent of the Military Control Commission." Shirakawa Shiro turned his head and glared at him, gritting his teeth. "The spy from the Eighth Route Army rarely use this violent way to attack opponents, but the Military Control Commission is an expert in assassination and destruction."

Speaking of this, he looked at Akiyama Yoshio a few more times and sighed loudly. Akiyama Yoshio immediately understood the reason for the other party's sigh. The blue-gray face quickly surged into a black purple. "Shirakawa, it's not the time to blame each other. At a critical moment, you and me must."

"I just remind you that since you have chosen a trick outside the battlefield, you have to beware of others retaliating with the same means." He had long expected that the other party would not appreciate it, Shirakawa Shiro shrugged and added with a sneer, "Blowing up the arsenal is just the first wave, next."

"Swoosh,." "Swoosh," two cannonballs broke through the air, interrupting his meaningless longing. Then, a violent explosion sounded again. Near the south gate of Blackstone City, thick smoke and fired up in the air.

"It's a shelling. Hurry up to summon your men and prepare for the battle in the upper city." Shirakawa Shiro didn't care about complaining and pushed Akiyama Yoshio, then rushed to the horse of the upper city, "Hurry up, I'll go to the South Gate to organize defense first. You can immediately summon people to reinforce the upper city. The south gate, the north gate and the east and west walls all need reinforcements."

"Hiyi." The situation was urgent, and Yoshio Akiyama didn't care about who should be directed by Shiro Shirakawa, so he agreed and trotted to summon his subordinates.

"Boom." "Boom." The shelling continued. Although it was not dense, it caused great panic to the Japanese and puppet soldiers and ordinary people in the city. Especially near the two city gates in the north and south, the Japanese and puppet soldiers on duty hid their bodies behind the broken walls and remnants, holding guns, and colliding with their teeth.

"Gee, gee, gee." I don't know if it was because of the cold or panic, Yoshio Akiyama himself continued to fight a cold war. The arsenal was bombed, and there was a group of unknown armed forces outside, launching shelling at the head of the city. In this battle, even if he could defeat the enemy outside the city, he would definitely not be able to send any reinforcements to Kawada Kōaki. If Kawada Kōaki and the two squadron soldiers around him were completely wiped out by the Eighth Route Army, the upcoming Spring Festival sweep was directly declared dead. After that, even if the Kanto Army headquarters did not pursue it, in the hearts of the chief officials, he might have been thrown into another book that he could not rely on. After years of hard study and years of war, all of his achievements turned into a pool of spring water.

"No." Akiyama Yoshio slapped himself hard in the face and forced himself to calm down quickly. Now it is not the time to save his future. The key is to protect the Heishizhai County. As for the reason that led to the failure of the entire mobilization plan, it can be said that Kawada Kunihara was eager to make contributions and took action without authorization. Anyway, this person is no longer able to come back alive, so it is better to use the waste once.

Thinking of this period, his spirit finally cheered up a little, hurriedly ran to the front of the military camp, and with the assistance of several confidants, he passed a lot of orders like flowing water. After a while, all the living Japanese and puppet troops in the Black Stone Village were summoned and divided into four major groups in the east, south, west and north. Under the leadership of the Japanese officers, they rushed to the city gate and the city wall in a hurry.

Yoshio Akiyama himself also took one of the large groups. The Japanese led the puppet army to about two squadrons, and rushed directly to the South City Gate, which was the first to be bombarded. When he ran to Shirakawa's side with gasp, the city gate offensive and defensive battle had officially begun. In the dark night, there were countless soldiers rushing in. While firing at the top of the city, he shouted slogans, "Kill the Japanese and avenge Mr. Long."

"Kill the shameless Japanese and pay tribute to the spirit of Master Long in the sky."

"You little Japanese, if you have the guts, you can go out of the city to fight. Just knowing that you are worthy of being a soldier when you poison the wine!"

"Shameless, even the bandits know that they can't murder guests at the banquet."

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When Akiyama Yoshio heard the fire bumping upwards, he raised his command knife and was about to send his horse out of the city to fight back. Shiro Shirakawa pulled his arm and shouted, "Don't be fooled, their purpose is to trick you out and ambush you. The city walls here are made of stones. Unless they have heavy artillery in their hands, it is impossible to hit in."

"Ambushes," Akiyama Yoshio woke up in an instant, and the cold sweat on his back was dripping down. He listened carefully to the movements outside the city. Sure enough, there were more shouts and fewer shootings. It was obvious that someone was trying to restrain the soldiers to save bullets so that the maximum firepower would be burst out when the two armies really fought.

"It should be Zhou Heikang's independent battalion. The scale is based on the Sui Army standards, but the discipline and training level are far inferior to the latter." Seeing that Yoshio Akiyama could not enter the state for a long time, Shirakawa Shiro had to continue to serve as a staff officer. "A such a team cannot fight tough battles. As long as we firmly guard the city wall, they will definitely retreat by themselves after dawn."

"Thank you for your advice," Akiyama Yoshio woke up as if he was dreaming, pretending to be grateful, "The enemy's situation is unknown. I will definitely follow Shirakawa's advice and never go out of the city to fight, but"

After deliberately pausing, he changed his worried expression and continued, "I just don't know what the situation is like on Kawada-kun's side. Can you persist until we defeat the independent battalion? Alas, I shouldn't have agreed to him at the beginning, so I only took two squadrons and went out."

This sentence is a waste of saliva, but the real purpose is to test Shiro Shirakawa's attitude so that he can reach a united front later and put all the responsibility on Kawada Kunaki. However, Shirakawa seemed to turn a deaf ear to Yoshio Akiyama's hint, and his eyes were staring outside the city, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

"Kun Shirakawa, are you?" Akiyama Yoshio was so scared by the other party's expression that he was so nervous that he hid backwards and asked carefully.

"No, Zhou Heikang can completely ambush you on the way to rescue Kawata Jun, and catch you off guard." Shirakawa Shiro shook his head vigorously and answered questions that were irresistible. "He has a very close relationship with the Military Control Commission's Webmaster Peng. The Military Control Commission made such a big noise in the city, and it is impossible not to tell him. But he, no, his purpose is definitely more important than catching you off guard."

"What purpose?" All night, Shirakawa Shiro's crow mouth almost hit the point, which made Akiyama Yoshio a little afraid. He took several steps away from the distance, holding the battlement of the city wall with his hand, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I can't guess." Shirakawa Shiro hugged his head with his hands, his face full of pain. "No one of you was willing to listen to me at the beginning. Now the situation is completely messy. I don't know where to start, I don't know."

After saying that, he suddenly opened his eyes and searched hard outside the city, as if he could find a clear answer in the boundless darkness.

Yoshio Akiyama was also nervous because of his nerves. He raised his head and turned his body 360 degrees to look. Suddenly, he heard a scream from his side, "Fire, someone is setting fire over there." Immediately, the puppet soldiers around him shouted and pointed at the outside of the city, "Then, there is the Dayandun, and someone is setting fire over there."

"That is an altar, an altar made of big stones. When Gadalimir raised his army, he was there to worship the heaven of immortality." Some local puppet soldiers who grew up knew that there were many stories, hid their heads behind the battlements and supplemented them with a trembling voice.

"Stone Altar, Gadamamelin," Akiyama Yoshio came for a short time and had no idea what had happened on the grassland. He quickly turned his head to Shirakawa Shiro and asked with his eyes.

Shirakawa Shiro's face turned completely gray, and even if it was illuminated by the fire, there was no redness at all. "I know, I know." His eyes stared at the location of the altar outside the city, and he murmured to himself, "Zhou Heikang is covering others, he is."

"Report." Sakai Takamei held up a telegram and ran up the city tower along the horse road. "Report to Chief Akiyama, Chief Shirakawa, Telegram, Prince Shirakawa, and that bastard Shirakawa, sent a telegram to the whole world with the clear code."

"Mind." An unknown premonition suddenly surged in my heart. Yoshio Akiyama urged to order loudly before Shirakawa Shiro spoke.

"Hay." Sakai Gaoming glanced at Shirakawa Shiro. Seeing that the latter had no intention of stopping, he lowered his head and recited in a low voice: "Since the September 18th Incident, the Japanese pirates, the Japanese occupied the northeast first, then seized Chahar and Rehe, robbed my livestock, destroyed my pastures, and killed my herdsmen. The crimes committed were endless. In order to avoid the war, we, the heroes of Mongolians, retreated in every possible way and endured humiliation. However, the Japanese pirates became cruel and shameless. Recently, they ignored the traditions of our Mongolian tribes for hundreds of years and deceived Queen Siqin to the place."

"Don't think of these nonsense, pick up important thoughts, what exactly he wants to do?" Akiyama Yoshio was upset and interrupted with stomping his feet.

The poison caused trouble again, and the responsibility was counted on himself. When preparing the poison, who had warned that the grassland nobles at both ends of the rat would react so strongly. Now, we all came to the door in a hurry. Does the Japanese Kwantung Army need to report on the killing of the rebels? You uncivilized grassland nobles should be killed and killed. They should be killed, and they should be killed like they did in Nanjing. The rest will definitely be honest.

"He said, he said," he was frightened by Akiyama Yoshio's twisted face, and Sakai Takamyo hunched his body and pressed his butt against the battlement inside. "He said, he said a lot of nonsense, only the last sentence was useful."

"Read it, don't talk too much. I'll see what he wants," Akiyama Yoshio stared at him fiercely, like a lonely wolf with rabies.

"Even if there is only one last man left in the four Wuqi Yete flags, I swear to fight the Japanese pirates to the end and never stop." Sakai Gaoming trembled and murmured.
Chapter completed!