69novels Chapter 219 Is this the recapture of the concessions?
Chapter 219 Is this the recapture of the concessions?
What does it mean if it's gone?
Your operations staff is missing. Why are you looking at me?
Shinsuke Yoshikawa felt a little wronged, and his face suddenly turned pale.
At this critical juncture, how could their staff officer have disappeared? Could it be that he was kidnapped by our people to spy on military intelligence?
Damn it, those good-for-nothing bastards have really caused me a lot of trouble!
Yang Yanzhao did not speak immediately.
He looked up at the gate of the concession.
Behind the gate tower, the eyes of the several Japanese guards were clearly darting away.
Shinsuke Yoshikawa wanted to speak again.
"Governor Yang, this must be a misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstand?"
Yang Yanzhao put the pocket watch into his breast pocket, his voice suddenly turning cold.
"How could Chen Jiajun, a perfectly healthy person, get lost?"
He turned to look at the armored car.
"It must be the Japanese who captured people in an attempt to spy on our army."
The engines of the armored car roared to life.
The people at the street corner all stepped back.
On the gate tower of Dongying, the police officers hurriedly raised their guns.
The gun barrel was raised.
Yang Yanzhao didn't even blink.
"Armored car company."
"go ahead."
His voice was not loud.
"Our staff officer has gone missing. He was our comrade-in-arms, our brother!"
"Are you willing to sit idly by and wait for our brothers to be killed?"
"Now, obey my orders!"
"Enter the concession, search, find people! Anyone who dares to fire, neutralize the firing points on the spot."
Bridge of the light cruiser Zhen Dong.
The rangefinder's voice was taut in the wind.
"Enemy destroyer number two, 10,800 yards away!"
"Orientation correction complete!"
"Main gun is ready to fire!"
Lin Chengzhang stood next to the megaphone, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
This is not the Wusong Port artillery.
This is the first time a Chinese-made cruiser has aimed its main guns at a Japanese warship at sea.
Even the origins of the Zhen Dong ship would cause the newspaper editors to argue for three days and three nights.
But now, the breechblock is closed.
The sailors in the gun emplacement gripped the firing rope.
That breath was in my chest.
"Young Marshal."
Lin Chengzhang's voice was hoarse.
"Zhen Dong requests permission to fire!"
Chen Zijun looked at the Japanese destroyer lying across the sea in the distance.
A ship stalled, billowing black smoke.
The stern of a ship was torn apart by a torpedo, resembling a broken ship with its tail snapped off.
Chen Zijun didn't look at it a second time.
The spoils of war are meat.
But how you eat it is the real skill.
Eating with blood all over your mouth is called a wild dog stealing food.
That's what it means to know how to manage a household well—being able to get newspapers, consulates, banks, and customs to write your bills after you've finished eating.
Isn't this just a Republic of China version of battlefield public relations?
"Shen Li."
"exist."
"Has the final warning telegram been sent?"
"Sent. The message states that the Japanese destroyer is engaging in dangerous maneuvers that endanger international merchant shipping lanes outside the Minjiang River estuary, and our ship reserves the right to further self-defense."
"A flight path map?"
"Drawn."
"Enemy ship's coordinates after crossing the line?"
"The three coordinates have been marked."
Chen Zijun nodded.
"Commander Lin..."
Lin Chengzhang suddenly stood at attention.
"exist!"
Chen Zijun's voice was calm.
"fire."
A moment of silence fell over the bridge.
The next moment, Lin Chengzhang grabbed the megaphone.
"Main Gun Turret Number One!"
"Three rapid shots!"
"Target: Enemy destroyer No. 2's superstructure and forward gun emplacements!"
"Fire!"
boom!
The Zhen Dong ship suddenly shuddered.
The triple-mounted 150mm main gun spewed out orange-red flames.
The sea breeze was torn apart by the flames of cannon fire.
The sailors on deck felt a buzzing in their ears, and the steel plates beneath their feet vibrated numbly.
Three shells streaked across the grey-blue sea with a sharp whistle.
On the bridge of the destroyer No. 2, Lieutenant Commander Watanabe turned as white as a sheet when he saw the gun barrels light up.
"Lie down!"
He only uttered two words.
The first shell landed on the right side of the foredeck.
boom!
The gun emplacement, along with sandbags, gun shields, and ammunition boxes, was blown away.
The second shot grazed the base of the chimney and exploded into a ball of black and red flames.
The third shot hit the side of the superstructure.
Wooden planks, steel sheets, glass, and human bodies were all thrown into the sea.
The bridge of the Japanese ship was covered in blood.
Captain Kameda was thrown off the compass table by the shockwave, his ears ringing.
"fight back!"
He opened his mouth and shouted.
No one moved.
The forward gun emplacement is gone.
The rear gun position cannot be rotated.
The torpedo tubes had already been deflected by the explosion at the stern.
The destroyer is still afloat.
But it no longer deserves to be called a warship.
Bridge of the Zhen Dong ship.
Lin Chengzhang held up his binoculars, his eyes red-rimmed.
"Hit!"
"Enemy artillery positions destroyed!"
"Fire in the upper structure!"
A hushed cheer rose from the deck.
This isn't just random shouting.
Everyone was gritting their teeth, feeling a tightness in their chest.
Decades ago, Beiyang's ships were sunk at sea.
Decades later, Chinese cruisers finally returned the shells.
Chen Zijun did not let his emotions get the better of him.
He raised his hand.
"Ceasefire."
Lin Chengzhang was taken aback.
"Young Marshal, the enemy ship hasn't sunk yet!"
"I know."
"Then why...?"
"Keep it alive."
Chen Zijun looked at the wrecked ship smoking in the distance.
"Sunken ships can't speak, but a ship wrecked beyond repair can!"
Shen Li immediately lowered his head to take notes.
Lin Chengzhang's lips moved slightly.
Finally, he gave a sharp salute.
"yes!"
Hans stood beside the chart table and said in a low voice, "Young Marshal, European navies often choose to clear waterways for safety reasons, when no one is watching."
Clear the shipping channel?
It's to clean up the trash in the shipping lanes!
Chen Zijun smiled.
"It's not that I don't want to sink it."
He looked at Hans.
"I want it to bleed all the way to the Taiwan Strait, and onto the tables of those people in Tokyo."
Hans remained silent.
The young warlord fired the cannon.
They also report on the news.
It also inflicts fear.
The Japanese concession in Xiamen.
The engines of the armored vehicles roared as they rolled over the mud and water beside the boundary marker.
Just as the front wheels entered the concession, a Japanese policeman on the gatehouse finally couldn't hold on any longer.
He pulled the trigger.
boom!
The bullet struck the front armor of the armored vehicle, sending up a few sparks.
A gasp of surprise rippled through the street corner.
Yang Yanzhao didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Write it down."
The adjutant immediately shouted, "The Japanese forces will fire first!"
"Remember this."
Yang Yanzhao's voice was very steady.
"Our armored vehicles were hit, but no civilians were injured."
The second shot from the gate tower had not yet been fired.
The machine guns on the armored vehicle were already spitting fire.
Da da da!
A burst of bullets swept past the gatehouse window.
The Japanese policeman fell down, gun and all, onto the stone steps, his legs twitching twice.
The ronin behind the gate tower roared and drew his sword.
"assault!"
They rushed forward two steps.
Then I saw two light machine guns set up at the street corner.
Yang Yanzhao raised his hand.
"Those who attack military and police with knives will be treated as victims of armed riots."
"Fire."
Da da da!
The light machine gun blasted the stone slabs behind the gatehouse into flying fragments.
Several ronin were whipped, their chests bursting with blood, and they collapsed into a heap.
The remaining people's legs went weak, and they shrank back behind the wall.
When they robbed merchants and exploited laborers, their knives were always gleaming.
But now, the enemy is armed with armored vehicles and machine guns.
Even the strongest Bushido can't stop a bullet from reasoning.
Li Mingyuan led local police and chamber of commerce representatives in from the other side.
He did not order his soldiers to disperse and seize the positions.
Instead, they had someone post a notice first.
"Fujian Provincial Government Public Security Notice!"
"Ordinary overseas Chinese, women and children, and unarmed business owners may stay or move out after registration, but must not be harassed!"
"Armed ronin, merchant guards, and anyone destroying telegram drafts are all to be disarmed!"
"Shoot any who resist on the spot!"
The dockworkers stood on the street, looking at the notice stamped with the official seal of the Fujian Provincial Government, their throats tightening.
An experienced manager of a chamber of commerce whispered, "Is this a rent-collecting area?"